Long are the days
When the sun rarely shines
And the wintery wind blows in a blustery gale
Long are the days
When outside frost covered windows
Nothing shifts but endless white drifts of snow
Long are the days
When nothing can be seen
Creatures hidden from cold and from sight and nothing in bloom
Long are the days
When the cold is felt inside and out
Warmth only found in moments which are quickly fleeting
Long are the days
When each one is the same
Blending from one to the next without change
Long are the days
Until spring
