Winter -

My memory of the sound

left an echo on the ground

Watch as we move backwards now

Motionless we move backwards now

Motionless we float around

Night and day.

So you say.

Wide awake

Help me leave… once more

Winter come you left me here

Silver city February

Losing feathers one by one

Now you look so ordinary

Wouldn’t you like one of us?

Winter pass and I’m still here

My we’ve grown since February

Golden grinning ear to ear

Now we feel so ordinary

Wouldn’t you like one of us?