Dreaming of Summer

In the season of mittens and frozen fingers,

And calm quiet nights

The taste of pink lemonade lingers

And her thoughts drift to a sunny paradise

When the blankets are piled sky high

And boots trek daily through the snow

She dreams of winter's goodbye

And the warmth of a summer sun's glow

She imagines the crashing of waves

And sandals and sun dresses and ice-cream

And the seemingly endless summer days

Have already arrived inside her dreams

She pretends that the snow is sand,

And that the grass underneath is still green

She pretends that the glass in her hand

Is full of pink lemonade, not lukewarm tea