Said the Whale’s “The Bones of Winter”

Shivering, cold
Cobblestone road
Slipping on diamonds and silver

A funeral for the leaves
Eulogy in the breeze
A hymn for the bones of winter

The geese have already buried their heads
And a full moon over mine tells me it’s time
To start thinking about hibernation

First snap in the night
And the first crack in the ice of the pond
And the first lights of the season

When the children have already buried their heads
(It’s ?) quiet, alone, cobblestone road
Waits for the first snow of December

A song for the dead leaves
The brine and the breeze
A poem for the bones of winter