It’s still remembered as the leaves fall,
It’s a whisper in the snow;
All but forgotten in December
with the season’s lights aglow.
It’s longed for as the calendar
Turns to the new year;
And as the days begin to lengthen,
No one sheds a tear.
As the flowers start to rise up,
Our spirits do as well.
The weather has tired of low numbers,
Spring has cast it’s spell!