Gray days… the foggy maze
Slowly goes this gloomy phase.
The sun is working overnight
In Southern reaches… their delight.
Here we take our time alone
Mending minds that need the tone
Of quiet time and bended knee
Of muffled mouths and deity.
Pray that winter washes clear
The crusty skin from neath your ear.
Wipes away those battle scars
Ready’s us for future spars.
Slow down now… renew yourself
Give in to sleep… its for your health.
Raise a glass of splendid mead
Toast your friends … a lover’s deed.
This time will soon pass into Spring
Again to warmth… we shall sing.
Until then my friend remember me
For I’ll be waiting… beneath the tree.
