The ice and sleet are falling,
The sky is gray again.
I’m inside my little office,
Twiddling with my pen.
I long for days of summer,
Even spring will do.
I hate this cold dark weather,
And the winter, too.
I guess there is a reason,
For the cold and damp.
But right now I cannot imagine,
I think I need a sunlamp.
The mornings are not bright,
The evenings are so long.
I want to stay in bed,
It’s where I do belong.
I know that spring will be here soon,
I hope it really hurries.
I need to sit outside,
And watch the chipmunks scurry.