I stand in the snow
And watch the icicles 
Dripping, ever slowly down
Surrendering to the merciless power
Of the sun's rays. 

I stand in the snow
And look up at the bright blue sky.
When I was little
The sky was never clear in winter
It was always snowing
But times definitely change. 

I stand in the snow 
-In February-
Wearing a sweatshirt and sneakers
Reminiscing
Aboout when the snow was two feet deep
Five long years ago. 

I open my eyes 
I am not in the snow
There is hardly ever snow anymore.
All that remains
Are memories 
And a brown, slushy puddle
A pitiful replacement 
Where the snow used to be.