• We sat alone you and I,
    and watched the sky,
    and as time flew by,
    and day's last light,
    will snow fall tonight?

    We wait for ice, we wait for chill,
    I wait for flakes upon my windowsill.
    The stars are still out tonight,
    no clouds, no orange glow,
    from across the street,
    from the lamp post.

    What is snow?
    I wonder so.
    Have we really grown so old?
    For I recall the days of a white christmas,
    and freezing beneath mistletoe.
    Am I still a child to wait for frozen winter's flow,
    for the wind to blow.

    I miss shoveling,
    and I miss the fun.
    I miss snowball fights I never won.
    The green grass isn't winter at all.
    I sometimes wish the snow would fall.

    Fall, not fall.
    I still see colors,
    where is my winter?
    In my childhood,
    perhaps it waits for me,
    this game of hide and seek,
    who's counting,
    seconds, minutes,
    days, weeks, years.

    Oh sweet winter,
    I miss you.