nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

A BATTERED VERSE

A footprint 
Deep in snow
A lowered sun
Which seemed to know
The loneliness
With tearfilled eyes
The leafless trees
The heavy skies.

Solitude
A hanging coat
A deep love
Which left a note
A farewell of steel
Shuddering words
Like falling stones
A voice unheard.

The numbness
Of feet in snow
Ignored by sorrow
Each movement slow
An empty space
Save scavenging birds
An icy breeze
A battered curse.