Bid Adieu

This is my farewell to gray skies
                                           _{And to knit scarves.}
I won’t miss you a bit.



You’ll miss me terribly.



My ode to winter
                                          _{To snow and 10 below.}
I really won’t miss you.



I really, really won’t.



Goodbye thick, wool coats
                                           _{And wet, red noses.}
And Santa Claus.



Really won’t miss you, either.



My applause to rising summer
                                            _{To shorts and tank-tops.}
And bare legs.



Hello, my sweet.



Salutations to spring
                                           _{And wind that tastes like rain.}
Or to skies blue like water.



Hallelujah, amen.



Hello to blackberry smiles
                                            _{To lips that taste like seawater.}
I’ve missed you.



You’ve missed me, I know.



Greetings to sun-kissed arms
                                             _{To driving with the windows down.}
With music up loud.



This is my farewell to you, winter.