It should be summer

It should be summer

The dust could be snow

The wintry feel of it

I wonder about the roses

Are they disappointed

Do they hang low

Weeping sadly

For the lack of sunshine

The wind, twice as bad

As it has any right to be.

So many flat caps

Fly by,

Once they were toppers.

In a rich world

Those bygone eras

We were foolish to believe

Were the good old days.

It would be crazy

If the world reverted

To black and white

When a sunny day

Looked grey and gloomy

A good time

Was a man’s world

Nobody wants it

Not really.

So many people

Living in the dark

Hiding in shadows

Afraid to be who they were.

How sad it is

To pretend.

The cold days are upon us

Before we have a chance

To get our bones warm

Nothing remains

Of what was promised

Although for some

It can seem arbitrary.

Even the inconsistent

Has a limit

To its endurance.

Will the sun shine

Tomorrow

Is that my lame brained

Optimism again

When

Against all evidence

To the contrary

I still believe

In second chances.