In the cold dead winter

“Horses in Snow” Syd Weedon, pen and ink, 1984

In the cold dead winter light a fire.
Light a spark. Build a pyre.
In the cold dead winter play a tune.
Make us dance for the moon.

In freezing wind a story you tell.
Cry like a baby, ring like a bell.
In freezing wind a poem to be told,
say it now before it gets old.

In the thin white light of winter
see it glow; watch it shimmer.
In the thin white light of winter
see it sharp; see it clearer.




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