Winter in Oman

I am not proud enough to call myself a poet, nor do I really think that this is much of a poem. It just reads better in a poem-like format, rather than a paragraph of rambling descriptive sentences.

So, allow me to present…

Winter in Oman

Cool days in the shade on the beach
Long hours spent outside
Snow angels in the sand
Omanis dressed in scarves and coats
Foreigners in shorts and t-shirts
The parks are full, packed with families and soccer games made up of two dozen players
Walk through the games at your own risk
The air smells like summertime in Michigan
Meat grilling, farmers with trucks of fragrant fruits, flowers blooming along the sidewalks
The Gulf could almost be Lake Michigan
Instead of retreating behind closed doors, hiding away from the biting cold, the slick sidewalks, the powdery snow that is always so much nicer from within the warmth of a house
The days are spent in the sun, the cool breezes taking place of icy winds
Winter in Oman makes me never want to leave
But come summertime, Michigan will have the last laugh