The frost‘s been biting harder
These last few days
The season shows it‘s anger
In this way.
At times, the shroud of darkness
Seems too thick to pierce with light
It seems that we must harness
What strength we find inside
And walking seems impossible
With this burden of snow
The sheet of ice an obstacle
That hinders us to go
So much weighs down the mood
Perhaps it‘s time for something good.
