You can tell
at this time of year,
the sun is moving further away.
Even the sun’s shines are cold
to the touch,
and I don’t feel young so much.
Something still burns though,
as I pretend I can breathe fire
with freezing smoke coming from my
dispite this ice blue picture I’m
All that’s missing is the stream crossing bridge,
but you aren’t missing – I know where you are.
The brave winter birds are
singing their troubles in a song.
Sometimes it’s a struggle to
but the sun will come back around
a few months along.