Winter stars

The shooting star flies across the night

the snow plummets onto my shoulders

as if it was a weight, weighing my arms down

The snow was as white as a daisy, the snow

foxes pounce on cloud-like snow.

I miss winter, I really do, but I wonder

What else could I do?

When summer comes around its my favourite time of the year

Hot chocolates and lattes, twice a year!

Although it's hot, I really can't help it

when it's Christmas

I might as well yell! 

But when I go to the beach the sand pushes in between my feet

But when a flush of wind comes by, I always think

“Oh why, oh why, why did winter leave?”

Anything but winter! Oh pretty please.

I miss summer, I really do, 

but I  wonder if winter would come around soon

I wish I may, and I wish I might just see,

That same shooting star tonight.