Old  Winters Song

By Sis Unsworth

I heard old winter’s song so clear, as autumns glow did fade,

an orchestral haunting melody, that echoed through the glade.

The falling leaves so picturesque, ignored old winters song,

but cold north wind through barren trees, seems to hum along.

As nature made its promise, to protect and try to keep,

a habitat so softly, through the winters long dark sleep.

So accept our fate, and patiently wait for time to bring,

the sound of birds, as nature wakes the symphony of spring.

 

Copyright Sis Unsworth