Hazy blue skies,

Painful shade

And a pale light,

Dark rainfall clouds,

Obscure the day,

Hoodies in summer,

A sad shame,

But blame it all,

On latitude,

North never warms,

And summers short,

Grab the smile when you can,

I can see the stars tonight,

Upon the distant glow,

of summer nights,

that surely will not go,

As we fade into winter,

we bless the color and cold winds,

The lack of traffic, and tourism at an end,

I love my little town,

I think I shall not leave,

Simple but cold,

And deceptive