I'd been holed up

I'd broken down

The weight upon my head

Deserved its own, grey crown

The cold within

A blizzard's din

Needed to flee from there

To breathe my own heart's air

I was Wintering

Oh, Wintering

I was Wintering

With you, my secret soul

I was Wintering

And wondering

Did I need to wander far

To find my new North Star?

The sacred stillness

The quiet, long

To hear the silence moan

To sing my own, true song

The frosted branches

A tree's outreach

When bears did rest

It did awaken my dear nest

In the Wintering

Oh, Wintering

Whispered footfalls

In the softness

Of the morning light

It was Wintering

A Wintering

Warming fire in my mind

It was a coming kind

It's not one place

No one, clear face

It can be deep inside

Near the flame's gold hides

A haven found

It has no sound

But melodies

Of your becoming free

I ran from sun

They weren't the ones

I had to find the glow

Beneath the silver snow

I've been holed up

It's calmed me down

A season started then

To bring the spring's green-brown