Hope for Winter's End

The heat on a sunny day, Endless wind to my dismay,
Blue beauty fills the sky, Bitter breeze stings my eye,
Sun-bathing under the evergreens, Dreams of sandy toes smashed to smithereens,
Butterflies and shimmering lakes, Bare branches and shivers and shakes,
Surfboards lain against a red and white lighthouse, Fog and rain submerging my house,
Tans as dark as the chilled nighttime, Seems to forever be a daydream of mine,
Spring has tormented my hopes of Winter’s end, As it teases me with hail crashing down upon my head,
I can almost smell the ripe blackberries on the shrub’s cane, But the fading memory proves to be victor as I strain,
The wonderful intensity and passion of the sun, I mourn as if it were my loved one,
Spring used to be a joyous word,
And used to fill my heart with the chirps of a songbird,
Yet Spring presents as a prolonged Winter, And my hope of Summer is out with a flicker,