Winter Time Blues

Under skies- heavy & pregnant with snow Spring's promise seems to be forgotten. O when will the streams frozen and silent For so long melt and run wildly again? And you my lifelong friend - lying by the glowing fireside of memory. Why do you look so old and distant? Could it be that you are slowly dying; Lying there - so lost and cold and silent. Yet your eyes like evening's studded stars Are still burning bright and glistening. And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, Your weary heart still dreams of spring time.