For Dan
Can we be sure it's no longer night?
Pitched somewhere between black and white
The world will be indeterminate today
Seen through a gauze, in shades of grey
On the stretched common, like a frozen sea
Ice-rimed willows bend intimately
The stumps of men on the white field
Show us that the snow will yield
Casually, we talk of ‘nightmare’ and ‘chaos’
As if the winter could kill us
We are fascinated by our ice skin
But we know that it will never win
We will go to the library on the bus
Go to sleep; the light will wake us
Go to work, come home and then
There will be summer, winter and summer again
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