By Woody Jeffay
Winter’s maiden frost clouds up my window
Through drawn blinds, dulled sun caresses my face
Outside icy grass crunches soft below
Winter’s presence announced with such cool grace
I’m awoken from autumnal slumber
From the depths of sleepy October hush
To mild morning air and misty splendour
The echoless chirp of a lonesome thrush
I stop and watch as she glides above me
Effortlessly she drifts with the wind’s will
Bound to nothing but air, she seems so free
And I swear, in this moment all is still
Stark-blind and cold there’s a peace in the air
The winter sun warms my soul – all is fair