Palm Trees For The Holidays
Salt lands cool as a snowflake on pale skin
as it connects the dots on my shoulder;
I am not fond of winter tradition
lighting up when the weather is warmer;
I dreamt of Florida in five below
the sweet scent of coconut and the sea;
Bonfire sparkles mixed with a sunset glow,
as soft waves fade to black delicately;
A crown of ice becomes tears in my eyes
the temperature fits a short sleeve shirt;
My heart erupts now I’m in paradise,
it is so lovely my soul starts to hurt;
Finding home is never a passing phase,
now I’ve got palm trees for the holidays.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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