The bougainvillea blooms away along the white picket fence in the front garden
in vibrant bright oranges and hot pinks.
It's as if it doesn't know that October has arrived.
I continually remind myself that seasons are different here.
Frost won't come until December.
The sun-loving bougainvillea
will continue to stretch its branches and blooms skyward
until the first frosty night arrives months of now.
Between now and then
I will imagine I'm living in a tropical paradise
that never sees winter.