Frustration is the winter
It's Darkness  felt whilst canopy trees twinkle light
Its nature is bare and clinical
There is no trace of the decay
Her words in the frost
Never by the impression as footprints hold
Winter has love but the wrong way around

The children rush to see lights
A twinkle for the whitest snow
Now the pleasure is insurmountable
They feel for presents
Under the symbolic greenery
The warmth in our soul we will hold
Under the next it becomes a life endless in design

Dreams are technicolor
The season is silvered satin
Often the distractions have no meaning
The wind is the fortune of the dream
If forever February weeps
Saying this is my swan song for the days that have gone ?
Another year to pass

Mother nature admires
To offer a dreamlike castle of ice
Progression to the days of rebirth
Will be a warming breath on cold fingers
You have to build the wall to see the light when cracks appear