Not my time

The winter months are just not my time. Everything is too much and too little at the same time.

A shade in the dark

A breeze in the wind

A stain over a mark

A light for the blind

You may see 

Warm lights and cozy nights

But I see

Grey sights and cold whites

Where nothing is getting done

Too much to do

I try to pursue

And everythings gone

A calm in the wind

I am never prime

A light for the blind

Winter is not my time