Cutting deep into the frozen slumber,
a ray is seen.
Trying to overpower the chill,
bringing green.

So impatient always pressing for more.
Just can not have a losing score.

Why can't anyone be happy with the bitter?
Nights are long, and days are cold,
giving the mind its well needed rest.

Hurry quickly, preserve all that you can.
Scoop up your precious memories and thoughts,
for the sun is building its power.
Melting your heart, dripping into your empty hands.

No reasons left to be proud, so little accomplished.
Bring back my cold dark days, I am not ready.
How dare the summer rush the winter?