Winter

This is the Winter: I give it to you
I give you the frost on the morning dew
I give you the crunch of the frozen grass
I give you the mist on the window glass

This is the Winter: I give it to you
I give you thick socks and big heavy shoes
I give you a hat and a vest with long sleeves
I give you the sight of your breath as you breathe

This is the Winter: I give it to you
I give you the end and the starting anew
I give you hot drinks and slow-cooking stew
I give you all this: it was made just for you.