Winter complainers 

            up from the south

Needing to tell us

The cold is all wrong

And we must be crazy

To call this place home

Quick frankly I’m happy

Each year when they leave

Cold peace and quiet

Is all that I need

It’s hot where they’re going

They must keep the air cool

In their houses and autos

And maybe their pools

Our winters are warming

The skiers all know

Even at Christmas

We are missing some snow

Soon leaves will be turning

And bees stop their hum

We all will be grateful

For the leftover sun

Wave goodbye to the snowbirds

We’ll see you next spring

After snowdrifts and ice storms

You won’t miss a thing