(Poetry) Where’s Old Man Winter?

Old Man Winter…
Where did you go?

It’s almost December.
Where’s all the snow?
What’s become of you?
You should be here by now.

Nothing against Madame Autumn,
but I miss your face around town.

With you, hot cocoa is so much better,
and you always make the coziest sweaters.
I love the way your boots crunch in the snow.
I miss those views you share only at 20 below.

Sure, you have a bit of a temper,
but your kindness is like none other.
Please, Old Man Winter… come home.