It is what it claims to be.
Can I never have what I want?
Today it snowed, a blanket white, but the sun refuses to shine.
I've got snow underfoot and overhead, but the sun is on my mind.
Yesterday I saw the sun shining in the sky,
But the ground was wet with melted snow and I wanted it to be dry.
The day before was cold as ice reflecting the sun's glare,
I went outside but quickly retreated: I want warmth to mark my air.
Three days ago that warmth was here, but a deluge rain did pour.
It's January! It can't be spring, winter needs to stay a while more.
A week ago it was the same; the snow, the thaw, the ice.
This is a cycle I do not want, and greed is my choice vice.