
Bright colours shining through like a beacon of hope in the cold.
Thoughts of tomorrows filled with warmth and beginnings of new life.
Who remains in the cold of yesterday when today brings tomorrow?

Bright colours shining through like a beacon of hope in the cold.
Thoughts of tomorrows filled with warmth and beginnings of new life.
Who remains in the cold of yesterday when today brings tomorrow?

A bright Winter morning, clear and cold enough to stir the soul.
Half hidden by juniper, peering out to the world, waiting.
Waiting in the cold for season change, to sing your song of Spring.

The rising Sun is warming, the cold dark night has passed away.
Hunger calls but you decide to wait a little while longer.
Sunning yourself in mid-Winter seems absurd but feels just right.