The problem with snow is...

I miss the beach, and thus the sun.

I miss sitting at Baba's when the day is done,

Sipping a glass of red wine, non-devine

I miss the constant flow of caffeine

through my veins, as if routine.

Waiting tables, hearing fables

I miss spitting out sunflower seeds

and rolling around in the dandelion weeds

Waiting for the moon to bloom

I miss riding my bike

And going for hikes

Winter's mundane -- I'm going insane

But what would I miss otherwise?