something about this year is all wrong, 
the snow never came. 

it flurried, and my heart sang,
but the earth stayed dry and dead and all too almost perfect.

because i do love the cold,
and i fight and a drag my heels when my parents mention moving south
because the snow and the cold are what i live for.

but if there's no snow and no cold, what good is the north?

no, there was no winter this year,
not counting the one in my heart.

we went straight from fall to spring with a forty-degree interlude,
it's like God is mocking me this year.

because i crave winter,
i crave the death of nature and the biting cold.

because sure, now the flowers are blooming,
but were they not always?

i can't remember,
i was robbed of winter.