A Slight Chill

I look outside my window, clear and bright.
No snow, no sleet, but the glass is cool to the touch.
I walk into the living room, and shiver.
The television is on, tuned to the weather.

There's going to be a slight chill, as it seems.
No need to cancel school, no white-Christmas dreams.
Snowmen are a distant hope,
one that will never come true.

As long as I'm down here in Florida,
the water warm and blue.