Breath on the winter air
Pale sunlight scratching treetops
Frozen ground, frozen toes, frozen hearts
All is thinning around
Hasty retreats, cautious forays
In the dead of night, the mind wanders
In the silence and the dark before dawn
So does the soul.
Visions of light, all colours around
Walking upon the plains
Towards somewhere to see old faces
Those you have lost in the short days gone by
Too many to visit just once
Dawn breaks and brings you back
To the cold of the morning
The clouds have gone
Light touches the faces
Of those chosen this day
Today is one of forays
Whistles will call them forward
The sun will keep them safe
Shinning upon them forever.
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