As a kid I preferred Summer over Winter. I could take the heat... Bring it on. I never really liked the cold. As I have grown older I find I don't handle either extreme well. That is why I wrote the following.

February can seem bleak… cold and unforgiving.
I wear three layers of clothes and still find myself shivering.

I can hardly wait for the onset of spring.
When I will see the first rose bud and hear the birds sing.

However, for now I am cold all the way to my fingertips.
I have a runny nose and dry, chapped lips.

Oh how I long for warmer weather to embrace me.
I await a soft warm breeze and spring flowers to see.

However, the man says we may soon get more snow.
With the snow come strong cold winds that blow.

I wait for the spring flowers but I know I must wait.
I am reminded that spring does come on this date.

Everything has its purpose and that includes snow and sleet.
I have seen the seasons recycle themselves many times and repeat.

The spring is followed by the heat of the summer.
Then comes the autumn when trees drop their leaves and start to slumber.

As the trees fall into their state of dream the winter comes on.
We endure another cold season until it is gone.

The wonder of it all is again blooms the spring Dogwood.
I would hold onto the spring if only I could.

Since I cannot I will simply accept each day that I live.
For each day I live has something to give.