The weather up north's German; that is, "wetter."
Dutch polders that aren't frozen float in rain.
Down here in Spain it's drier, warmer, better.
Though Oslo's slow from powdered snow, the pain
of seeing that on TV does not fetter
my feckless glee. Orange blossoms help me gain
perspectives that permit me to endure
my winter where the sea today's azure.
Report from Costa Blanca appeared in The Armchair Aesthete.