Winter is coming — the cold winds, the grey skies
January is here, as we leave December with goodbyes
It’s cosy season, full of warm drinks and hot food,
Nourishing soups, hot cocoa, all that is good
The winds howl outside, screaming to be let in,
The trees bend and sway, the rooftops rattling
The clouds streak by, all gloom and doom
I watch them from the safety of my room
Huddled in blankets, hands around a cuppa
Wishing that I wasn’t here, but somewhere warm and far
But I’m lucky to be sheltered, with a roof over my head
Warm food to eat, and somewhere to bed
Though January is cold, and the days are not so bright,
At least we have some daylight before it is night
It’s hard, I know, to try and stay cheerful,
When it’s just grey and chilly, we have to be careful
Let’s find little joys — a happy meal, a friend to call,
Before we know it, Spring will come to call
