I'm Not Of The South

i do not belong
the the sun shining down
each and every day
i do not belong
to the grass
staying green
forever
i do not belong
to the waves lapping
at the sandy beach
no matter the season
i do not belong
to the world of palm trees
and lounge chairs

i belong
to each warm day
being a rare jewel
in the world of chilling cold
i belong
to shivers running
down my back
which is layered in jackets
i belong
to propping my head on my hands
and watching the snow fall
i belong
to snow still resting on the curb
in spring's prime time
i belong
to snow on lamposts
and mailboxes drowning
in the white fluff
i belong
to the shivering north
not the heated south
 

EverlastingWaves

VT

15 years old

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