In the midst of winter, the ground swallows us up.
The sky is grey and the birds fly south.
The snow covered streets bring beauty,
but then they turn black and we all want them gone.
We yearn for spring, the happiness it brings--
The start of new life and new opportunities.
The thought of it brings the corners of my mouth into a smile.
My frozen hands and frost-bitten nose turn warm with the image of the golden sun.
Winter brought regret and denial,
but spring will bring the beginning of something great where the unachievable can be achieved.
The seasons change faster than my moods.
The color of the sky should not determine the emotions my body holds.
Everybody should be happy whethere the streets are full of hydrant water or full of dirty snow.
