I will miss the death and birth of all plants.
The colors shifting from green to reds, oranges, and yellows.
The weather change from blazing hot to bone chilling cold.
I will miss the ominous crunch of leaves under my feet.
Wearing jackets and pants on Halloween.
The bare carcass of trees, stripped of their pride.
I will miss the soft fluff.
The powdery snow drifting from the sky.
The shimmering of each ice crystal.
Trying to find two snow flakes that look alike,
even though that is impossible.
I will miss the shivers that climbed up my spine.
Wearing hats, scarves and heavy, marshmallow jackets.
The silent whisper of the snow landing.
How the harsh air kissed our cheeks, and made our noses run.
Oddly enough, I'll miss all that.