Summer

Through the bite of day,

the hope of summer shines my way

though the cold wind ices my brain and body with a deadly chill,

there is light at the end of this tunnel

past brimstone, past arctic fire,

my will rises higher, 

I see the light crawling closer,

the darkness fades away, 

the light burns brighter,

I smell roses and flowers, fresh, crisp air

my end is near

the mist is cast away from my eyes,

my family standing there

summer is here