Cold in Fort Lauderdale
Poem
By K.A. SmithPublished about a year ago โข Updated about a year ago โข 1 min read
I really can't say
It's cold outside in Fort Lauderdale.
But with bright skies,
A high and returned mail.
Black! 'Tis the season for treats.
Warm cold temperatures,
My cover is like a tree.
A gift, who miss me?
If Scrooge this morning...
Imagine a beach spot
Far away... fronts hot,
And cold feet.
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith โ published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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Comments (1)
What a unique and evocative piece. Your poem paints an interesting contrast between the warm, sunny weather of Fort Lauderdale and the traditional wintery vibes of the holiday season.