Chill Pill

And the chill from the North raised gooseflesh upon her skin
Blackbirds donned white parkas and whistled Xmas tunes
The few remaining leaves on the tree huddled round a wayward firefly
As the frost on the lawn, a sparkling sheath, crunched underfoot
Icy clouds formed with each exhaled breath, expanding into nothingness
93 Million miles away an angry sun cast arching solar flares
But it was winter, glorious winter, and the heat that had so bedeviled her
Was now merely a bright light, incandescent and irrelevant
Her body temperature cooled, and with downy blanket tucked beneath chin
She slept, visions of Popsicles and tamales dueling on glacial peaks
With chilled, placid waters streaming deliciously over a strawberry rainbow
And tiny droplets of sweat, hurriedly packing uninvited hobo bags
Scurried off, running to catch…the Menopausal Express