the solstice has passed so the days will get longer but winter remains
my eyes filled with tears at the beauty i saw, or was it the windchill
when a branch is cut history and the future are forever changed
needed by the soul silence can be hard to find until you seek it
sometimes i wonder how others just don’t stop in awe when the sky’s on fire
we see the surface but can only imagine the chaos beneath
we forget the frost until that first cold morning when ice crystals form 8°F/-13°C
two types of people those who stand up to winter and those who fall down
the signs remind me when the seasons change, so do the hazards we face
the silence crept in overnight and left a gift for the morning light
uptown jack 