What We Require

Look out the window: all you see is rain,
Then darkness. Since we last noticed the sun
Weeks of late fall have passed, which people shun
As if the season is at fault for pain,
For melodrama, for disease, insane
With hatred for our comfort. Summer's done.
Having abandoned reason, every one
Of our companions quit using his brain.

What we require are new companions, true
And sound, awaiting winter silently
For covert worship. I hope you agree:
When wonderful things happen, it's my due.
If sacrifice is made, why not by you?
If love can still be found, why not by me?