"Missing Seasons" by Daniel Wyman


You may call me crazy,
but when this winter is finally over,
I will only miss it.

After years spent languishing
on the West Coast,
enduring its endless summers,
I dreamt of seasons and change.

The leaves didn't change out there,
stubbornly insisting on their monochromatic green.
Nothing fell from the sky except sunlight,
as if the clouds had lost their imagination.
And the air felt always the same-
frozen in heat.

So yes,
I missed the snow, the cold, the leaves...
Hell, I even missed the mud.

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