Frozen Warmth

Outside is calling
Though it's cold
But the sunset seems
Like a glimpse of
Warm paradise.
I knew
Just a few months more.
Freshly cut grass will
Welcome me as I pass
My neighbors lawn.
The concrete is exposed
Along with my skin.
Sprinklers will refresh me
And  without a doubt
I'll Run through
As I simmer beneath the sun
And allow the musty smell
To penetrate my hair
Strand by strand.