She says to me, “It will be summer soon,

Ignore the torments of the icy chill.

Stand under the glow of the silver moon;

It’s undeniable warmth holds true still.”

Though my bones grow weary, and my flesh tense,

I let her lift me up, she keeps me warm.

My body in toils, my energy spent,

And then outside, spring buds begin to form.

“No longer does the snow infect the ground;

The crystal blue lake sparkles with delight.

The mockingbird celebrates with his sound,

Giving us hope as we embrace the night.”

“The dawning of our summer ends our sorrow,