By Julia Kemp
I miss frosty mornings
And blankets and sweaters
The warmth of my car heater
Hug me
I miss the rain
Because it was something to talk about
Niceties are all you can give
I’ll take them everytime
I love the sun
A slight breeze through the trees
Sticky fingers from popsicle sticks
Daisies in my hair
But I miss winter
I knew you in winter