The days turn dark and gloomy as a biting cold rushes in
The floors of my room are frigid under my feet
A new wave of festivities from many cultures permeates the air
Yet I find no joy in winter.
The season is one of laughter and love,
I take care to let my heart bleed for those most deserving
My funds run dry to overflow the cups of others
A worthy sacrifice.
My brain clutters with thoughts of midterm exams, gift exchanges,
and the unwelcome time changes.
Yet winter remains most hated.
A season that stretches for too long, its icy grip clinging and crushing any hope
of an impending warm embrace
Winter, please let me go.