Rose breaks below the grey,
harbinger of the coming day
A cold rain falls washing away
the sand left by snowplows
Now comes the slow awakening
as houselights turn on one by one
The shadow of someone passing by
a window lit by the rising sun
The glint of light on ice, sheen on snow
a winter delight from the rain that fell overnight
to coat the world in silver
This treasure i keep forever
for i can bring it to mind whenever
i read these words and again remember
a rainy winter January morning...
harbinger of the coming day
A cold rain falls washing away
the sand left by snowplows
Now comes the slow awakening
as houselights turn on one by one
The shadow of someone passing by
a window lit by the rising sun
The glint of light on ice, sheen on snow
a winter delight from the rain that fell overnight
to coat the world in silver
This treasure i keep forever
for i can bring it to mind whenever
i read these words and again remember
a rainy winter January morning...
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