In the winter
the Red Rose Wilts
the sun sets faster
the nights grow darker

In the cold
the truth you speak
freezes and falls
from your lips
it shatters and unfurls

In the dark
your eyes wander
and wonder
your hands grasp the air
so cold.

But while you despair
you miss the steps of one who cares;
your way is lit and the warm air blows
the cold retreats
and the sun defeats
the ice
of despair.