When you first wake up, you know The window you left open howls winter's song.

Its cold as hell; but you don't care you run outside to see the morning snow.

The clouds are gray and you can't wait to run out bundled up in your sweaters.

Your summer's first love is over, you felt bad at first, but then time heals all wounds.

Its winter now, you, take walks in the morning and noon to breathe the crisp air.

It looks blue, gray and white. Trees are showing their true bodys.

Winter, cold, gray, and gloomy. Even though all of that is true I still love winter...winter reminds me of you....