Cold clouds, white in the greying skies
deep, they loom in the snowy heights
a frozen state, this silent place
where we have come
Ice, thick walled, that waits for spring
the trickle of water, that flows beneath
to see beyond cloud occlusions
our doleful delusions
Buried by northerly drifts of snow
our love, cold and far below
banked and piled high
lost to winter’s long goodbye