Winter Spell - Video
PUBLISHED:  Jan 02, 2017
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Winter Spell

What of this winter, what of these spells
Inclement weather, barometer tells
The sanguine birds to all fly away

The spirit stockpiles, the heart knits in wool
A sweater to shutter out the wind and the pull
Of falling leaves down into the ground

What of the creatures huddled about
Opiate fires eyes leave no doubt
The dagger chills right to the bone

Oh my the trees stand lonely
Their tight grained hearts wound around the knowledge of spring
Oh my the crescent is rising
I’ll play one more round before the evening foghorn sounds
You try and catch me I’ll be hiding where silence abounds

What of the thought train that turns on a dime
Spilling over the lip my peace of mind
Contentment my friend, the station always just round the bend
The surface of things belied when the tension rends

What of the immaculate fresh coat of snow
The city muffled, the busses slow
An afterlife pastiche we move humbled by the quiet of white
Then you throw at me, I at you, we call it a fight

Oh my the trees stand lonely
Their tight grained hearts wound around the knowledge of spring
Oh my the crescent is rising
I’ll play one more round before the evening foghorn sounds
You try and catch me I’ll be hiding where silence abounds
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