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