Can't wait for summer

The film of frost,
I see outside.
I dread the thought,
Can hardly abide.

Such chilling death,
All around.
Skeletal branches,
Grass gone brown.

Sumer will come,
Despite my fear.
A few months more.
It is so near.

To feel the sun,
On my face once again,
The memories will melt.
Just a question of when.