Winter's cold but it's not spiteful
It's old and wise and beautifully insightful
It understands what's in the heart
It knows its way around the earth
It knows every death and every birth.
So off you go into the winter clouds old friend
There to weep and there to smile and mend
To meet the sun and feel delightful.
Winter's cold but it's not spiteful.
by Michael Leunig
© Michael Leunig, Saturday "Age" June 6th 2015 |
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