Winter 2 Poem by Antony Glaser

Winter brings you down
boughs of branches dewy eyed
The betrothal of icy cold

The chore is wedded to the incumbent cog
and leaves remain solid
with fountain solderified

Tortured breath, breathing now
Fingers cold with the bent wind
that blows vigorously across the lane

Footsteps dredging the mud
all is clad like sturgid apron strings
This fussy land, unendowing

Ferret and fox sleeping now
an owlet screeches growing prowess
Feral shadows submerged