untitled hope (a time my world changed)

A harsh cold pervades the landscape,
covering everything with a layer of white,
hiding the once lush, vivid scenery
with its deep emptiness.
Every glimpse of warmth was
immediately rebutted by
a cold
worse than before,
leaving my hope
lesser
than it was before.
Not even the most valiant efforts
to keep the empty, white snow away
had any luck at all; This was a
stubborn cold, that set in deep and
chilled its victim to the very marrow
of their hollow bones.
And then.
A sudden change envelops the screen,
washing away the white with colors.
Ugly,
harsh colors,
but colors none the less.
The white empty began to seem less imposing,
less impervious to the pleading desires for reform.
A new day had come.
Although there is still white in my view, I feel
as though
it's not so bad anymore.
Spring will come, and
I once again will embrace the world with my smiles
and my capri pants.