I wrote this last night... What do you think?

Winter's Breath

Winter breaths down my back,

Spring kisses my cheeks,

And Summer stands aloft.

Fall is nowhere to be seen.

I crave the grass.

Gentle streching blades,

Waking from their winters nap.

Bud of flowers yawning open,

Breathing in Summer's aura.

To wake in morning's mist,

Without a speck of icy white...

Oh! how wonderful that would be!

What d'ya think?