I Miss the Snow

I miss the snow ...

At night, it used to be bright – it is now dark –

Dogs loved the snow, rolling in it ...
they used to come back wet with fresh snow;
they now come back wet with fresh mud.

At night I could see the dogs running in the distance ...
they now walk off a few feet and disappear into the darkness.

I used to be able to see the hills and the terrain – I now just see darkness.

I miss the snow.

But, as spring and summer comes, there will be more light; the nights won’t be as dark.