Dear Snow

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.


E.A. Fussell


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