Pretending

Sometimes seasons are illusory, mis-named.  So.  Sitting here in the warm pretending it is summer.

I pretend

It is summer.

If I sit inside

Crank up the heat,

Gaze at the flowers,

Listen to the cardinal

Through the closed window,

I can almost lull myself

Into summer thoughts,

Picture a hammock

A tall iced drink

When the clouds clear

The sun emerges.

I will not need

To water the new plantings.

The morning rain

Has taken care of that.

I pretend

It is really summer.

I note the calendar,

Make summer plans

In the warm house

Listen to birds

Through the closed window.