Trudging throught mounds of snow
On a warm summer’s night
The frost begins to eat my toes
It’s warm, even without light
And when it’s blizzarding like this
The sun has never seemed so bright.
When the red and yellow leaves fall
The fresh buds begin to grow
As the cold starts to arrive
I slip in a puddle of melting snow
A final sunset begins a smile
Winter find’s itself on death row.
Then there is nothing
Maybe just white and black
And in this colorless exsistence
I want the confusion of seasons back
Because everytime I stop and wonder
This fragile chaos starts to crack.