Breezes freeze
Like
kisses from dead lovers,
Black clouds cloak
Black clouds cloak
The
meekest weakest sunshine,
Grey nomads shield cars
Grey nomads shield cars
With
plastic covers,
Wavelets cross the lake,
Wavelets cross the lake,
Breaking
serpentine.
Picture snitchers
Picture snitchers
Prowl
the frothy foreshore
To snap the storm's beginnings
To snap the storm's beginnings
And
its ends,
But their artwork won't hear
But their artwork won't hear
The
fearsome roar,
Photos won't help us feel
Photos won't help us feel
The
bitter blends
Of snow and sleet
Of snow and sleet
That
burn as if to scold,
Making brave mountain ranges
Making brave mountain ranges
Cry
from cold.
The words "cry from cold" are from Scott Walker's remarkable song, 'Montagu Terrace'.
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