A dark grey sky looms over a cold winters day
A cool breeze kisses off an old tin roof
Frozen branches remain naked as spring stays aloof
The birds down south have gone their way
In the winters still the river flows
The suns reflection brings rays of hope
Darkest before the dawn is that common trope
A distant light as the cold grows
The sun is so quick to hide behind the land
The dim light now only shines over the hills
Cold darkness has no remorse for the light it kills
Faint not in time, for spring is at hand