A Playful Misconception, A Childhood's Dream

I miss the snow
the bare branches of naked trees
the green beneath the white
and the white beneath the grey

I miss the snow
the slippery frozen walkways
the late lazy mornings
and the prick of the wind

I miss the snow
the smell on a thick coat
the hands in pockets
and the scarf to hide under

I miss the snow
the loneliness in the cold
the search for warmth
and the ice creams in winter

I miss the snow
the quietly busy city
the duvet that cuddles
and that calming sensation

I miss the snow
its softness to the touch
the magic from the sky
with its perfect symmetry