Never Happy

(Note: this is not necessarily true, it's just a goofy poem for a chilly winter evening.)

Outside the world is bleak and gray

As raindrops melt the snow away 

Another cold December day

It’s such a slushy sight

But in my head, a different scene

A summer evening, cool and clean

With lightning bugs, all yellow-green

Cavorting in the night

While all around me, giant trees

Cast piney odors on the breeze

A campfire is sure to please

With warm and friendly light

But if, in real life, I was there

I’m sure I’d hate the humid air

Imagine bugs up in my hair

Preparing now to bite

And then I’d dream of winter snow

Where crystals glitter as they blow

The icicles all dangle low

A world pristine and white

So as I sit with furrowed brow

I think, perhaps, I should allow

The world that’s all around me now

To fill me with delight