Hello+Winter

Read the following poem and then write something similar, either about winter or something else you repeatedly say hello to, such as another season, or school, or sports.
Hello Winter, hello flanneled blanket of clouds, clouds fueled by more clouds, hello again. Hello afternoons, off to the west, that sliver of sunset, rust-colored and gone too soon. And night (I admit to a short memory) you climb back in with chilly fingers and clocks, and there is no refusal: ice cracks the water main, the garden hose stiffens, the bladed leaves of the rhododendron shine in the fog of a huge moon. And rain, street lacquer, oily puddles and spinning rubber, mist of angels on the head of a pin, hello, and snow, upside-down cake of clouds, white, freon scent, you build even as you empty the world of texture- hello to this new relief, this new solitude now upon us, upon which we feed.
 * Relearning Winter **
 * Mark Svenvold **