Under a winter’s sun,

 yet, snowflakes still float, down to earth’s frozen coat,

flakes in flight, dark branches covered in white,

once again snow comes swarming, by a winter’s fire warming,

takes me back in my mind, to another time,

in a winter’s cold, a jay’s cry, white and blue in the sky,

tracks in the snow, only I know,

when I was much younger and fighting hunger,

a heart naïve and tender, or so I remember, finding fear, a tear,

it seems like I was along a winter’s stream, as if in a winter’s dream,

a winter’s memory of when I almost gave up, before I had begun.