Winters' Bone

[CCoburn]

Winters' Bone


We say goodbye
to all things grown,
and endure the chill
of the winters' bone

And build our fires
to keep us cozy
the lot needs shoveling
so off I mozy

There's errands to run
on these icy roads
as I travel amongst
the white abodes

Though it's not all bad
to be modestly fair
with holiday spirit
thick in the air

The long day's short
as I navigate home
for another days' white
like the winters' bone