Out of Season
No matter what the season is,
I wish it were another—
whatever time of year I meet,
I wish it were its brother.
Deep within the grip of Winter,
Summer’s on my mind—
but when it’s blazing hot outside,
it’s snow I’d love to find.
In the Spring, in falling rain,
I wish that it were Fall—
yet sometimes on an autumn day,
I miss the flowers all.
If you wait to find contentment,
trust me, friend, you won’t—
the trick is loving what you have
instead of what you don’t.












