Roland Graves

An Awful (Okay) Time of Year

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.