For Those Who Relish Not The Springtime

For some, this is no time of cheer,

No verdant season of regrowth.

But rather more a time of grief,

Of bitter dread, of loss, and worse.

And though it’s bad, it is no Autumn, 

Nor even Winter, devoid of mirth.

If I seem sad, please, do not fear

I have, not yet, surrendered hope.