Snowbird in Florida

Where the seagull, gracefully,
Spreads its white wings
In a cerulean sky,
Blending into the azure sea,
Beneath tall palm trees,
Swaying in the gentle breeze,
On Boca's golden-sanded beaches,
I watch delightful days go by,
Escaping northern winters'
Icy cold and snow,
Till spring returns, then to my
Blooming gardens up north I go.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz