Cast shadows in the cutting darkness,
Bitter winds without,
Keening darkly, piercing souls.
Grey to black the skies succumb,
Hell’s fortune takes a hold.
Cloaking stars, this shroud of night
Limbs yield, submit to strength,
Trees sway in rapt attention.
Too chilled the dusk
To venture forth,
Impending nightfall blurs the track,
A wanted warmth remains inside
Where comfort welcomes back.