Wintry Grey

Frozen streams and vapours gray, Cold and waste the landscape lay... Then a hale of wind. Hither-Whirling, Thither-Swilrling, Spinn the fog and spinn the mist... Still we walked on through woods and wintry gray, Home through woods where winter lay - Cold and dark... (Waiting for a change in the weather. Waiting for a shift in the air. Could we get there together, ever? Waiting for our late, late return) Through the woods. Home through the woods where winter lay...