Winter denial poem.

WINTER DENIAL

I lost all memory of winter
when we walked through aromatic breezes.

Girls in tank tops, silky with lotions
and fresh shampoo.

Day’s end lingered and gifted us
with a slowly waning colorful sky.

Blistering winds in my face, escaped me.
Were they fire or ice?

They’ve come back,
the memories I refused to recall.

As I layer and layer,
wiggle into long pants and boots,

I think to myself,

Only 31 days until light gradually
takes away the blackness of five o’ clock