Up and Through the Snow
I sit by a fire that grows and crackles
And cracks the ice that grows within
And melts the frost that grows like shackles
Upon the window and door.
Then I hear a call,
A howl on the air,
Wails and tugs that rise and fall,
Blows and moans through the door.
I step out upon the snow,
Untouched it was till now
And as the wind doth gently blow
I see something in the woods.
A mist has already settled
And now covers my eyes
And floats in the trees nestled
As the trees moan, leaves dishevelled.
I follow a red fiery thing,
Up and into the woods
And as the wind shall now sing
I shall run through the trees with something inside me burning.
I leave in the snow only my tracks
That are soon covered thickly yet.
I jump over cracks
Carefulness I only lack.
I find what I had long been chasing
Up and down the woods
And only a fox stood pacing
Up upon the snowy casing.
And now I sit a restless soul
Until I hear a call.