Shot to Winter

drink the last shot to winter
know that the bread will keep
tip it to the coldest days
I will sleep, I will sleep I will sleep
and wake to mornings brighter
and watch as the coals come to blaze
and grateful am I
for that last lullaby
when we could watch that maniacal gaze
in the coldest of days
drink the last shot to winter
breath and drink in the cold
many who run
still miss the sun
and too soon they grow very old