Complaints of Winter

Yes I have complaints of winter. 
I hate the cold feeling of blood sugars rising , leaving me bitter. 
I start each day agitated, sour with the season. 
I’m better left alone , unchallenged by ego. 
I’ll recluse myself further so the cold breeze can’t breach my soul within. 
But like a tree that sheds it’s leaves, I’ll come back in the spring to show the world what love i can bring. 
Yes I have complaints about winter. 
The frosted window glass cracks and the shattered pieces form a pocket watch with a note attached. 
It told me 

“Your time is nothing without meaning. A lack of love is a lack of embracing the season. Your complaints of Winter are beyond reason and won’t be heard. You need to love son, go outside and see the world.”