Miss The Snow

I hate the cold And I detest a slippery road, And I hate it when a brisk wind does blow. I hate the weather when it's freezing And the constant sneezing, And the icicles that always grow. I hate to slip and slide When on a frozen sidewalk I ride, Especially when it's 39 below. I hate to shake and shiver I hate it when I start to quiver That fact my family and friends undoubtedly know. I hate it when my toes are numb And also my fingers and thumb, It brings we hurt and constant woe. I hate it when it's wintertime I hate having freezing steps to climb, And I hate when in ice and cold I got to go. I don't miss that cold, cold season I don't miss the freezing for any reason, But, I do miss the snow. Randy L. McClave