Winter and Summer: A Sonnet

In winter everything looks so bare

The brown lifeless trees and the icy snow

The gray snowy clouds hanging in the air

And hearing the cold wintery wind blow

Yet every year without fail I have hope

I have hope that the green grass will come back 

That somehow all the animals will cope

And the world will smell of blooming lilac

I know that too much hope is bad for you

Sometimes people are too optimistic 

I have faith the sky will soon become blue

But I can’t stay all realistic

I have hope that summer will come to me 

And I will be reading under a tree