Winter walks by Terry Cummings


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In coldness passing heavy trees
Abough with laden parity
As all around is washed as one
By hands of frost, far from the sun

Fragile now, our tired step
In morning chill from dawn is kept
And feet progress through shimmered hue
And trace the dawn of life anew

To breathe so fresh and smoke the plume
And huddle against the frozen doom
All walk with care on bitten toe
In innocent landscapes dreams did sew

Yet shrug away the powdered tear
Felled from grey eyes hung so near
Amid a grey face solved and cast
That knows the dream will never last

And people mill like shivered fish
Through streams of streets a fevoured wish
To melt in seats by desks of wood
And know the warmth they understood