The Days Of Dark

Nothing makes the world so cold,

the world so cold and bleak

nothing makes the world so cold as the sun’s retreat

the days grow dark in night’s new shawl

green leaves turn shades and fall

short summers gone and nights are long

before the winter fall

the flowers die and I do sigh

for death is all I see

as days grow dark in night’s new shawl

forever this repeats.

 

Nothing makes the world so cold, the world so cold and bleak

nothing makes the world so cold as the sun’s retreat

the days grow dark in night’s new shawl

the moonlight makes us small

the air is crisp the heat grows weak

the winter wakes from sleep

collecting nuts to stay alive

the chipmunk takes his keep

the winter wants to prey again

upon the weakest link.

 

Nothing makes the world so cold, the world so cold and bleak

nothing makes the world so cold as the sun’s retreat

the days grow dark in night’s new shawl

the clocks turn back and weep

the sunlight has retreated now

for months we all shall sleep

until the day she shines again

warmth we all shall seek

but in these bitter winter months

love is all we’ll keep.

The Days of Dark, Audio-Poem