Winter

well we say goodbye to summer haze
with a melancholy backward gaze
and mourn the waste of summer days in winter
summer I won’t weep for you
and the sleeping that you’ve slipped into
as you dream the dreams that dreamers do in winter
winter, winter

so we sing about fire and golden rings
and the comfort that tradition brings
even barns are warm for magic kings in winter
but jingle bells aren’t lemonade
and christmas is a cold parade
pretending won’t make summer stay in winter
winter, winter

and it seems so long ‘til April brings its questions
and June it is a promise that July will always bring
when August nights are cold, it's only a suggestion
November is the slamming of a door

the autumn leaves have floated down
and flights of fancy run to ground
everything will roll around to winter
then the dreaming starts again
living for ‘remember when’
but warm thoughts will never line the den of winter
winter, winter

and it seems so long
winter

© 2008 David Stoddard