With the snow silence fell
I could see my companion
One with the dreary landscape
The stark still spruce
Brooding over the horizon
Their dark boughs
Twisting to form
His unapproachable expression
Was it more then just
The accumulation of many
Cold Starkfield winters
Or was it an idle hand
Unable to deter the pain
As they peered through the window
Looking down toward Corbury road
And for all of that
Waiting for one who would never come
Perhaps it was the loneliness
Though never alone
Cold and devoid of emotion
Her obstinate silence
Subduing Ethan into
His own solitary realm
Try and fetch that old elm
You'll walk together again

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS