Favorite Place

It was her favorite place to visit;
The wind was blowing from the south most days.
The trees had light green cellophane leaves,
and the sun was up before she was every morning.
She unpacked her white slacks and sandals.
She wondered why she couldn't stay here all the time.

The next place she visited was so hot she was glad to leave.

The welcome relief of crisp weather beckoned her.
The air itself felt exciting,
like it was overloaded with electrons -- football weather.
She couldn't stay long,

The holidays were upon her, and she had a million things to do.
It was grand.
But then, of course, the inevitable letdown...

And she had to be home by her birthday, anyway.
It was a cold, dreary ride home,
So she bought a bright red wool jacket for the trip.
She arrived just in time,

The place was February.