That creeps by ever slow
With perouiting sunlight
Twirling softly on the snow.
And winds that whistle
Cheerful tunes
Of warmer days to come
Despite the whipping bite
Of winter time that leaves you numb
A promise that the songbirds
Soon will host thier airborne play
That crocus' will show themselves
In some sweet coming day
It's knowing that the bone deep chill
Will fail in it's endeavor
It's comforting to know today
That few things last forever
So hope abbreviates the thoughts
That brighter days are near
And warmer hours just ahead
And nothing is to fear.