Do the trees miss me
When I am long gone from the forest
Do the birds remark my absence
When I am shut away from earth and sky
Would the cardinal and raven and the hawk
Remark they have not seen me of late out upon my midday walk
Maybe not
Maybe not
Still it’s not a reason to stay inside
That’s no reason not to don my shoes and coat and go
Walking though the cold is welcome not
The day is short and time is weary of my demands for it to slow
We’ve got the cold, but haven’t got the snow
To coat the world in magic for a while
I’d rather there be warmth, and be there warm
Maybe so
Maybe so
Whatever comes, however shapes the day
The day does try to shape it back, to shout and have a say
Plans are planned to have something there to fall away
Nothing stops the day when it demands
So, I won’t plan a walk to walk today
Should the opportunity arise, I will away
Maybe yes
Maybe yes
I’ll walk, and maybe there will be snow
I’ll walk, and maybe there will come the snow
