We are gathering for Winter,
As the Sun turns down its flame.
We’re preparing for the long cold lonely days,
We have reaped the fruits of summer
And the Autumn’s final days
Have drifted by now only memories remain.
We have prepared a little nest for us to cozy in,
Four sturdy walls with insulation from the storm,
A simple world with simple gifts
No pain no strife, no broken rifts
It’s beautiful and wonderful
And it’s rarer than a unicorn…
We are gathering together
Some out of fear some out of strain.
There are times when friend must gather, come what may.
As the world keeps growing colder
We must protect what still remains
Of what is real and good and beautiful and strange.
But who knows what the future brings
We may get bit and feel the sting
Forsaken by the powers that will be
It’s hard to muster hope at times,
To find the words and make the rhymes
When nothing’s making sense and
There’s nothing left to read between the lines…
We are gathering for Winter,
As the Sun turns down its flame.
We’re preparing for the long cold lonely days,
As the world keeps growing colder
We must protect what still remains
Of what is real and good and beautiful and strange.
Mmm…. Ahh.
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