Odd, this snowless, open winter,
strange, this easy, hazy warmth–
though I try, I can’t remember
such a winter. Has the Earth
so changed? I’m lonely for the cold;
I miss the shoveling, snowdrifts, ice,
threat of blizzard, slicked down highway,
thawing frozen hands and face.
And is this why sometimes we suffer–
why we need some tears and pain?
If we never know the winter
green Spring cannot come again.