Welcome to another ‘episode’ of Poetic Thursday, hosted by Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.
Here is our photo for this week’s inspiration:
And this is my poem:
(Not) Heading South
I’m tired of the cold, though I’m made of snow.
My bags are packed, and I’m ready to go.
Look out, Florida, here I come
to the land of palms and golden sun.
On second thought, I’m so befuddled:
Florida means I’d be one big puddle.
So right here is where I think I’ll stay.
Snow-folks aren’t meant for a southern vacay.
~These Days Of Mine~