We made it through winter, or this is what I’ll say, when I tell myself that the bitter cold is just a few more days.
We made it through winter, the snow at our doors, the frost at our feet, and the cold under paws.
We made it through winter, we got out of bed, we went out into the cold fresh days and then back to rest our heads.
We wrapped up warm and drank hot drinks that melted the frost and helped us think, we scraped our cars and drove real far, because winter really had a place in our hearts.
We stayed up late because it was dark to soon and saw, in the clear fresh air, the stars and the moon.
We made it through winter, or this is what I’ll say, when spring dawns, and I’m ready to thaw, from these cosy nights and days.
Celebrating a new found love of the crisp beauty of winter, although I’ll always be loyal to summer.