Summer Spice

In Response to July 18th One-Line Poem Prompt by Terijo and Kathy Jacobs

Photo Credit: Stock Photos

In the spicy heat of a Florida July,
I think of long ago winters in long ago places — 
Crispy snow crunching,
Nose-tickling flakes,
Burning inward breaths,
Vapory outward breaths,
Fires crackling, 
Furnaces coughing,
Teapots whistling, 
Liquor warming — 
And, I am so grateful for

Spicy Florida Summers!

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