The solitary melancholy of these winter evenings

May perhaps be a reflection of my soul

June’s radiant warmth, Summer’s golden haze

They fail to call to me as January’s desolate blue days do

Most writhe in these months the sun bids it’s temporary farewell

And I too miss the songs of the birds, the rustling of buoyant green leaves

But in the cold is crisp clarity

And as the sun falls to the west, and the world is tinted blue

I can’t help but find immense peace

In solitary melancholy of these winter evenings