The dark, the cold,   the faint hints of re-birth

With winter comes an insight into death
To view from this perspective our own life
The dark, the cold, the promise of re-birth

The love, the lack, the need for God’s new breath
The harvesting, the cutter and the scythe
With winter comes an insight into death

So we connect with all that lives on earth
The love, the joy, the wisdom and the grief.
The dark, the cold, the promise of re-birth

Again we ponder meaning and our worth
As we will  one day lie beside a leaf
With winter comes an insight into death

We soon return to laughter and to mirth
With cakes and ale and wine at  this our Feast
From the  dark, the cold   comes all re-birth

As the mighty lie beside the  least
Each will give the worms intriguing tastes.
With winter comes an insight into death
The dark, the cold,   the faint hints  of re-birth