Rain In Winter Poem by Joshua Swanson

Sparks of sunfire linger
'neath the cold and windy grey
And every icy needle brings
The heart's fire out to play

The fading warmth of summer
And the dying touch of spring
The harsh light of the season
Songs of glory, hiding sin

Shadow-play adventures
behind every empty eye
And great beasts of the garden
Never living, never die

Now in the warmth the quiet
Of the wheel atop it's turn
Wait endlessly impatient
To receive it's next soft burn

Unseeing and uncaring
For the sunfire below
As every icy needle brings
The heart's fire to slow