I miss green grass.
I miss all of the different scents in the air.

The smell of chicken cooking on a grill.
A camp fire.  
The trees.

I miss leaves, on the tree or the ground.
It doesn't matter to me.

Walking outside in shorts.
A tank-top.
Barefoot.  

I miss spring.
I miss summer.
I miss fall.

But winter, oh winter.

I hate you.