We look back, remembering the best,
we try if we can to forget the rest.
We peer ahead hoping for good,
for bright times we wish, as we should.
But now we face bitter winds and biting chill,
warm clothes and heated rooms is our will.
We've seen warmth and colors in the past,
flora with their sweet aromas that didn't last.
Today we endure from day to day,
we take what comes, as they say.
In January's end we place our hope,
through this month we still must cope.