Winter

The clouds never seemed so far away
as when I looked from the ground
staring at the sky
with heart winter'd brown

When spring's new green had been trod
under by roughshod feet
with heavy heel and outstretched words
brought footprints to a trail
once uncluttered and neat

When passed again along this way,
and smelt the sweetness of decay
wil't be fertile loam beneath my walk
teeming life, expecting stalk
or will rotting bog catch my feet
softly singing eternal sleep

and whose to say
and whose to say
I will wither, far away

and whose to say
and whose to say
Hearts are broken every day
