I hate you cold/ felt through my jeans.
I hate you cold/ it’s mutual it seems.
I hate you frost/ I can’t see through you.
I hate you frost/ you’re a chilly residue.
I hate you snow/ so pretty and white.
I hate you snow/ you make nothing right.
I hate you gray skies/ a storm’s brewing up high
I hate you grey skies/ you know how I feel inside
I hate you cold/ we go so far back
I hate you cold/ memories we do not lack
I hate you frost/ I remember how you felt
I hate you frost/ with my finger I’d watch you melt
I hate you snow/ for hours we would play
I hate you snow/ I cried when you wouldn’t stay
I hate you gray skies/ when I look at you now
I hate you gray skies/ no more coldness will you allow
This poem is about my growing up with snow all around me. We had proper snow falls with winter storms and frosted windows. I loved it as a kid. And then I moved to a place with barren winters that hardly last an entire season. I’ve seen snow once in almost twenty years. I’m not sad; I don’t miss it in my life but I do dislike the way I miss being a child in winter.