Winter The clouds never seemed so far away as when I looked from the ground staring at the sky with heart winter'd brown When spring's new green had been trod under by roughshod feet with heavy heel and outstretched words brought footprints to a trail once uncluttered and neat When passed again along this way, and smelt the sweetness of decay wil't be fertile loam beneath my walk teeming life, expecting stalk or will rotting bog catch my feet softly singing eternal sleep and whose to say and whose to say I will wither, far away and whose to say and whose to say Hearts are broken every day