For the cold, cold mornings
For the blustering, icy winds
For how they freeze my nose and ears.
For I love to walk on ice
For the ground, it loves to mock me.
For the cars that creep along
For they are silent as can be.
For the birds that are not present
For how I miss their sweetened songs.
For the icy crystals that must leave
For the sun’s rays do arrive
For the warmth gracing our world
For it enlightens me through
To my soul.
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 6:56 AM UTC
For the cold, cold mornings
For the blustering, icy winds
For how they freeze my nose and ears.
For I love to walk on ice
For the ground, it loves to mock me.
For the cars that creep along
For they are silent as can be.
For the birds that are not present
For how I miss their sweetened songs.
For the icy crystals that must leave
For the sun’s rays do arrive
For the warmth gracing our world
For it enlightens me through
To my soul.