Winter’s cold and dreary day
passes by for it knows the way
to early evening’s quiet time,
where lovers love and poets rhyme.

Lie beside me, hear the rain
as it gently falls on roof and pane;
now listen closely, can you hear
my beating heart as I hold you near?

Though bitter winds may outside blow,
your touch, your smile, your face aglow
radiate warmth and fills the room
and nowhere found is trace of gloom.

And taken from some silent cue
the rain now knows just what to do.
It stops and clouds soon break away
for afternoon’s sunset now on its way.

Awaken to sunset's splendid glow.
It is there so you will know
that all is well and on its way
is passage to evening from winter’s day.