Misty Rains are Comin? - Frown

In the middle of frost*

The winter’s started

Her breath the trees undressed

Made pale of sticks

The limbo’s started

I’m sitting by fire

And I am wet

It’s drizzling all the weeks

I guess it won’t stop

Tranquil murmur of the wind crawling into my ears

Wood is wet -wet to the pith

O’god’s disgrace

Bright blue flames

Like a night sky

Far away-miles away

In the distant nothingness

I’m feeding the fire

I think it won’t go out

I am sitting

By hearth

I am wet

By hearth