Winter in Los Angeles


California is different,
It is cold enough to
Wear a long sleeve here in L.A.
But it’s warm in the afternoon
Dressing in this weather is difficult.
But it’s nothing like New York.
It doesn’t snow here in LA
So there are no more days
Where I can stay home
And watch the snow fall outside
From my play table...
Scribbling away my worries with fat crayons.
But every winter,
There is still a naked tree
With no leaves.
There is still the longing
And tugging inside my soul.
I am waiting for spring,
To see the flowers bloom
And to see the beautiful
And comforting green leaves.
Winter in Los Angeles...
Is different
But the same as well.

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