Winter enfolds us with its darkened days
And shortens our memories of summer haze!
The trees go through their yearly death
And cold icy mornings catch your breath
The clocks go back, the dark is king
Everything sleeps until the spring
Spiders webs like icy lace cold winds blow around our face
And as the light grows day to day
Spring is asked to come and play
Winter rests its head once more, until the autumn knocks upon his door!
by Paula Wratten