Where winter is not

Where winter is not,
No one sees the blue tinted evening,
From a wood-fires side,
Looking through waverly glass,
And seeing yesterday...

Where winter doesn't thrive,
Apples come in plastic bags
With stickers on their bottoms,

Where winter is a stranger,
Folks need the gymn to keep in shape

Where winter is not,
A spring flower is just
Another pretty,
Not the marvel, miracle
It is to the winterbound.

I might shiver in the wind
And sigh at the snow shovel,
But where winter is not found,
Neither am I...