Winter Wonder

I wonder what winter would be
With no wind or cold or snow
With no shovels or scrapers
Or sand or salt or shuffling on ice
No layers on layers of bundling up
Or socks of wool in heavy boots.

I guess we’d have more closet space
And more flip-flops and shorts.

But we also wouldn’t appreciate
That first sunny and melting day
In Spring when we were so weary
Of short cold days and colder nights.
Or the first thunderstorm and rain of spring
The smell of the Winter washing.

​I know what it’d be with no Winter
And I know that I don’t want it.