Win sings as
Bells ring in
February snow
Drifting past
Steeples
People look up at
the New Light to cover
Old friends and memories
Grown up and buried
Beneath feet shivering
in the
Cold

Flakes from the
Sun hide
Houses on the streets
We used to know

Somewhere beneath lies
a Swing
a Pine Tree
and a ***** Pool

I hope you took them with you