Mr Winter
In the height of summer
Hear the summer crows
Cast off black In white dove flight
The fashion
Of the rainbows
Mr Winter walks on splinters
Are they pressing in your toes?
What with hinter lands
And tomorrows
How does your garden grow?
Cold as is your frosty fridge
Dark as ivy briar
But in the cold the albertine rose
Shows in summer flower
How goes it now Mr Winter
Will you shed your coat of black
Come out into the sunshine
Feel the sun's warmth on your back
Come now, come now Winter
Oh once cosy in sad memory
No body thought
They could love again
When your heart is in the ashes' keys
Search in the charred wreckage
The wood that's blackened and burned
Somewhere there may still be the embers
From which Mr Summer may return
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