smoke from the chimneys
i can see my breath
there's more night than day
but it's not winter yet
the music box plays
a vanishing musette
the birds are gone
and snow a constant threat
the gardens the houses all
are monochrome
and there's a sense in the air
it's time to be alone
i turn on the radio
to hear the whining buzz
of a voice through the ether
through the static and the fuzz
they're pleading with me
to call into their show
I wish that I could
But have got to go
farewell for a while
it's time to hibernate
and the duties surrounding
will all just have to wait
