Snow flurries outside
I hurry into the light
Wind blurry in my eyes
Small snowfall, no real size
One inch, maybe less
Melts before it hits my chest
In this weather, depressed
Waiting for icy regret
Can't find it; I don't know what
Sharp contrasts; I don't know one
Can't find it; special feeling
Bright sunbeams on the ceiling
Green fauna's somehow wilting
In the daylight; sun is lilting
The horizon, lightness filling
I will find it, spirit willing
No fulfillment no matter the season
I can believe that I can keep on dealing
With the ways the summer starts to make me
Wish for the winter months within me
When winter comes I'll start over
Within weeks I will get over
The hilly incline weighing on the ground where I'm found
But soon enough the ground's torn up
Try to plant on it but it may not exist
Nothing exists if not prescribed a purpose