To Sing in Winter

Text: Poem by Susan H. Bowker

How curious that of all the seasons,

We sing in winter.

When grey takes over

And green shuts down,

The clear and cold finale

Of the year,

And we sing.

To pagan god or Saviour

To nature, hope or joy

To stories rooted in our bones

To a long year lived and known

We sing.

To sing in winter

To hold voice to voice against the cold

To draw in the sharp edge of winter’s air

And breathe out a song.

How curious.

To sing in winter

To make music before Spring’s assurance

To add not upon note on frozen ground

And turn out a song.