The last time i was home, You wore a blanket of white snow. You killed your leaves And the willow trees weeped For a summer heat from not long ago. But I remember how your grass smells In the autumn sun Or after a warm summer rain. And I remember how the clouds roll And how the wind keeps me sane. It was Christmas when i last came home And the air was crisp and fresh. Through whispy clouds the sun had shone, And your chilly air had pierced my flesh. But i was not cold standing on the frozen lake, For i remember your humidity on hot beach days When i would swim with the pike Or fly with the gulls And happiness engulfed my soul. The last time i was home, You wore a blanket of white snow. Your winter beauty will remain permanently in my mind, But I'll always remember you as a whole. I don't plan on returning, dear Wisco. Nothing against you; I love you more than you know. But now i think it's time for me to go.