Fearful Winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the winter shrouds the sunlight

In the mists of deepening fear
Where the fire, burning brightly
On the hearth stone, still brings no cheer.
 
When black murders are on the wing,
For each crow fears to fly alone
And the ice, with its gnawing teeth,
Causes strong boughs to crack and groan.

When the bright blue waves of summer

Darken to a grim, tombstone grey
While the sky grows thick with weeping
Clouds that drown the frail light of day.
 
There, within the heart of winter,
Lies the last hope a new spring,
But that hope is all too fragile,
Any relief from fear, to bring.