So Long, Winter

Dear Winter,

Today was your last hurrah.

It was in the 80's.

I think that Spring already has you in a headlock.

I won't miss the drip, drip.

Houston pipes are fragile.

Your early darkness was a bore.

A total buzz kill.

You are a tease, Mr. Winter.

You promised snow. A rare treat for south Texas kiddies.

Instead, you left two measly icicles.

Cheeky, you are.

No, I am not sad to see you go.

Although, I must confess that I will miss the once-in-a-blue-moon-snow-day-with-no-snow, hot chocolate, and warm cinnamon toast on a cold, crisp day.

So long, Winter.

Until next year.