I do not miss continuous grays of the northern winter sky;
do enjoy February's southern blues and flashes of color
that wing in and out of barren trees adorned
with fall's golden, brittle banners.
I'd be remiss not to say the lack of snow drew me here,
to this state of mountains and sandy shore,
where in between lies a land of temperate bearing
and light, heaven sent; absent whirling squall's
and frigid temper-tantrums.
And yet, there are moments I ache to see
nature's fingertips upon a frozen window pane,
branches drooping as if diamond draped,
and the beach, double-stacked with iced waves
layered, pancaked upon Lake Michigan's shore.
by Margaret Bednar, February 20, 2015
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Get Listed". I used miss/remiss and sent/absent.