It gets darker now in the days of snow,

Hiding and huddled life ceases to grow,

The streets are all empty and everyone gone,

Yet fresh tracks appear on the sidewalks by dawn,

Wind sometimes howls through the branches of trees,

They look so defeated without any leaves,

The creatures have all fled back to their holes,

To wait until warmth returns to their souls,

It gets darker now till the Solstice Sun,

Frigid and stiff and Ice overrun,

Just hoping that things might turn out okay,

And spring will reappear someday,