which season this is meant to be...

let the snow fall in this winter of an era.
the sunshine still deceives me into thinking it is spring.

let there be some semblance of life--
loan me some life,
with which to breathe and love and laugh into the day.

let me not resist the morn,
nor fear its shafts of light upon the darker places,
where i've left the curtains drawn.

let the weather never wear me down to thinking it is winter
when the light calls forth the constancy of spring.