IDYLL
As winters curfew takes its leave
from mournful biting winds that blow
the night time sky removes its casque.
And bringing forth quiescent warmth
the lowest beams of winter’s sun
cast natures spectral shadows wide.
Well hidden there from cursory view
the roofs below perceived through mists,
a place where honest people live.
A people who in life well versed
with work and song which time divides
and never shamed by false report.