49 with a Chance of Hot

The sun visits through
southern windows
while I toss off
winter blankets
and turn to warm
the other side —
an easy task here
in 49 year old weather,
when moons become suns
and April nights
radiate hot like July.

Poem ©2016, Jen Payne, National Poetry Month, 19. Image: In the Hotel Room, Jules Pascin