Monday evening sun is shining, stripes of lightncome through the blinds across the floornWalking down the sidewalk, Christmas wreathes are hanging out from the liqour store.nPretty soon, that old muddy snow out on the way is goingnto turn into June, and folks will start thinking about their wedding day.nThose holly leaves on the doorway girl, are just as green at Christmasnas they are in Junenand it might be a little rough to the touch, but that's the kind ofnloving i want to give to you.nSo where do we go when we're feeling like we're leaving all the placesnthat we miss so much? When we're looking for a summer and a steeringnwheel that's too hot to touch? cover up tight. you've got a winterlight.nThere's something about those bare-limbed months that get me thinking aboutnpromises that i can't forget.nFlowers then are hard to find, the winter limbs like wires behind a busted tv set willnteach you things about absence and passing away.nThe robin sings, but doesn't start until the middle of May.nSo where do we go when we're feeling like we're leaving all the placesnthat we miss so much? When we're looking for a summer and a steeringnwheel that's too hot to touch? cover up tight. we've got a winterlight.