The world spins and turns,
seasons come and go,
and while winter is on the rise,
spring will come again.
The nascent glacial weather
will frost the fall foliage,
but snowmelt waters sleeping seeds
and nurtures new growth.
While the winds sharpen icy edges
and the days dim and darken,
the nights burn brighter
with kind-hearted company.
And as the snows pile higher,
we stay snug as bugs on a fireside rug,
laughing loudly with such mirth
that we shake clean the rafters and the roof.
And when spring finally returns,
it’s shocked and surprised to learn
that we’d carried its spirit all winter long
to greet the buds with joyous song.