Tillery

The dark emerging trees From the new-winter wood Are lovlier than leaves As cold is also good The heart's necessities Include the interlude A frost-constricted peace On which the sun can brood No season of the soul Strips clear the face of God Safe, cold and frozen wind Upon the frozen sod. The strong and caustic air That strikes us to the bone Blows till we see again The weathered shape of home No season of the soul Strips clear the face of God Safe, cold and frozen wind Upon the frozen sod Dusk settles in later this time of year The fireflies; night time's chandelier. Night'll come as days must end But soon the sun will rise again Sadness sheds in layers, leading us here Springtime's Winter's souvenir Winter clothes and Winter fears Winter weight is so last year No season of the soul Strips clear the face of God Safe, cold and frozen wind Upon the frozen sod. I think what makes Spring so sweet Not the roses but beneath Is the undelying truth That everything must go so soon No season of the soul Strips clear the face of God Safe, cold and frozen wind Upon the frozen sod. So may we shout And may we sing So may we shout And may we sing So may we shout And may we sing Blessed thaw, O Holy Spring