The sun does not mark time
The gray light of dawn
Is now the gray clouds of noon
The cold look of the dim sun
Chills me as the cold of the north wind
Slowly overcomes my struggle for warmth
From a neighbor coal smoke drifts to me
Unseen it creates visions of my youth
And memories of warmth and family
Then I step into the warmth of our kitchen
Outside the warmth of home the gray skies
Release their cold and snow falls
