Winter Comfort

It is about my loving son.

Winter Comfort

Every winter from across the hills,
sweeping through the listless plains,
the winter breeze and bitter cold,
surround me in many a fold.

My waiting eyes and hopeful heart,
read the news of his coming home.
Everyday hence dawns on a joyful note,
mist and fog, chill and cold fall apart.

Winter takes on a splendid form.

He is the spring to my winter,
fills my world with warm presence.
He is the Sun that shatters fear,
my son, of strength and balance.