As much as I wish this frigid season
Would change into warmer days of springtime.
I can’t help feeling sad for some reason:
Ruefulness within my subconscious mind.
It might be the ending of snowball fights
Where I was the children's adversary;
Or perhaps it was those cold winter nights
When we all sang carols and was merry.
Whatever might be the reason for it
I guess I will never really know why.
Therefore it shall remain indefinite
In the recesses of my mind. Time flies
By so fleetingly season to season
A little sadness lingers from each one.