Dear Snow,
I miss the way you feel
falling on my skin.
I miss watching you float
gently on the wind.
I miss the cool weather
you need to exist.
Making snow angels with you
is hard to resist.
Our time together
was way too short.
Perhaps one day
we can have more.
For now Florida
is my port.
No snow in sight
of any sort.
X0xo
E.A. Fussell
02282017
E. A. Fussell 