Winter is hard, Winter is cold, I try to find the silver lining as the day improves. I miss being young, I don’t look forward to old, To see through the eyes of a child when the snow is new. The laughing and throwing of winter’s blank, as they dash past their days as the winter lights fade...

 The gray and silver, and the dead dying branches, leave me not to sit on the fences. To lay in the snow and watch the angels appear, keep me remembering I have nothing to fear, from the cheer of knowing the winter solstice is here...