Winter, oh winter, where did you go?
We've balmy bright days instead of the snow.
In South California, no snowballs to throw,
Just t-shirts up top, and shorts down below.
Winter, dear winter, you've forgotten to call!
You breezed right on by in no time at all.
The leaves on the trees were just starting to fall,
Now flowering blooms are appearing—the gall!
Winter, please winter. Don't go just yet...
I long for the chilly, the rainy, the wet.
My sweaters and woolens were lined up—all set!
But now those warm clothes are just causing a sweat.
Winter, white winter, I'm waving goodbye.
The fun frosty glimmer is leaving my eye.
There's talk of the beach, and kites in the sky.
So I'm filing you away for seasons gone by.
(the poem is my own, please cite if you borrow)