Song of Winter

The cold winds of February blow

Through the sleeping trees.

The slumbering giants hear the songs

Sung through the winter breeze.

The gray clouds blanket all the sky

In the halting, chilling veil,

And the winter song sings through it all

In it’s otherworldly wail.

All can feel, but fewer know

The frozen melody

From hidden sky to silent earth

And across the icy sea.

But soon the breathing sky will warm,

And soon the trees will wake.

The song will fade to memory,

And all its splendor take.