Walk with me through Winter’s woods,
Trees bare of spring and summer fashions,
For it’s easy to walk alone while the sun’s heat
Floods the air
And roses bloom in profusion.
It’s only when the trees disrobe
And the roses undress,
Their thorny nakedness
And broken veins exposed,
That winter’s beauty
Can cover them in sparkling jewels.
And if not for the biting cold
We would not cling together
For warmth
Or look to another for comfort
When the darkness sets in.