This Frozen World
It grows colder and colder until it freezes
and the day becomes cold and hard.
I shall walk through frost and trudge
through the ice and the snow
as I see a world turned white.
The colour of virgins and weddings.
It is the colour of mourning for a world
that grew old and died falling into autumn
when our summer took its green skirts away
and then there were no more dances
in the cool evenings to celebrate
how this world brought bright new days
out of the early dawn for us to use.
And now all we have are fires
to keep away the cold, and these walls
to keep away the wind and the snow
that threaten to take us away
to their frozen kingdoms too.
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