Frozen streams and vapours gray,
cold and waste the landscape lay…
Then a hale of wind
Hither — whirling, Thither — swirling,
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…