And a part of me is glad.
Though when one season comes,
The other must depart,
Which usually leaves me feeling sad.
This Summer’s progress though has been but few,
But I know Winter leaves little chance to start anew.
The Summer was filled with sunshine,
But without much rain,
Which made progress a pain,
And since something was lacking,
I hardly made a gain.
So I enter Winter still searching for missing pieces,
But should I have hope,
For what I’m looking for,
In the season when almost everything decreases?