Each day passes faster and faster

The hours of daylight are mere

Mornings are dim and hustled, out the door before day truly breaks

Task after task the workday takes control

Steering the ship until the horizon finally appears

Quickly the light is gone and another long night starts

Mind and body ready for slumber

While the clock appears as if the evening is still young

It becomes harder each day to push the constant gloomy feeling away

Hoping for the days that you could smile at the morning sun

And wave it goodnight after the hours passed

This season makes you dream of light and warmth

Like all good things, time truly heals