Oh, Winter, how you left me in my blues.

You would think it was June the way you gloom.

Withered flowers now prepare for their bloom,

And I await for slight warmth coming soon.

Oh, Spring, the defrosting you know so well,

Has come to save me from this freezing hell.

Apricity came to melt off my shell,

Readying a blush for my smile to dwell.