Reflecting on the Passage of a Year

This is a poem I wrote for a creative writing class. It's sort of modeled after the Robert Frost poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."

As I walk through the wint’ry cold,
I wonder when it will grow old
And turn into a pleasant spring,
Leaves turn green and buds unfold.

The birds will then begin to sing
And we will see them on the wing.
To summer’s heat the birds will fly
And that will change most everything.

There will appear a bright blue sky,
In which the sun will stay up high.
We’d like this time to just stay near,
But these long days go quickly by.

Fall may bring us change and fear,
But I am always happy here.
In this way passes one more year,
In this way passes one more year.