La la la la...

The dark emerging trees

From the new-winter wood

Are lovelier than leaves, 

As cold is also good.

The heart's necessities
Include the interlude

Of frost-constricted peace

On which the sun can brood.

La, la la la...

No season of the soul

Strips clear the face of God

Save cold and frozen wind

Upon the frozen sod.

The strong and caustic air

That strikes us to the bone

Blows till we see again

The weathered shape of home.

No season of the soul

Strips clear the face of God

Save cold and frozen wind

Upon the frozen sod.

Dusk settles in later this time of year
,
Fireflies, night time's chandelier.

Night'll come as days must end

But soon the sun will rise again.

La, la la la...

Sadness sheds in layers, leading us here,
Springtime's Winter's souvenir.

Winter clothes and Winter fears
,
Winter weight is so last year.

No season of the soul

Strips clear the face of God

Save cold and frozen wind

Upon the frozen sod.

I think what makes Spring so sweet,
Not the roses but beneath

Is the underlying truth

That everything must go so soon.

No season of the soul

Strips clear the face of God

Save cold and frozen wind

Upon the frozen sod.

So may we shout and may we sing!
So may we shout and may we sing!
So may we shout and may we sing!

So may we shout and may we sing!
So may we shout and may we sing!
So may we shout and may we sing!
Blessed thaw, oh holy spring.