No, it’s winter!

It’s bleak in this silent fog,
I pull my wind-cheater tight,
Keep my toes in my wool socks,
So that the frost won’t bite.

The air when I breathe out,
Is milky white whispiness,
The flecks on my nipped cheeks,
Chapped lips and the chilliness.

Golden tanned folk, all around,
Spare me glances of concern,
It’s a party at a beach house,
Lemonade n lotion for sun-burn.

It’s actually July now,
To others the weather’s kind,
Bit i sit alone, shivering slightly,
With this winter in my mind…