Sunset valley icicle prisms
Times are changing to cold
The wind shifts bearing northern air
Orion hunts higher, more bold
The last of the green is frozen in place
The rest lies brown, the earth fast
While warrens of warmth tunnel beneath
Provisioned with acorns to last
Those who are left without fur of their own
Scavenge and make do with yours
And sometimes, to not go without
We have to break down those doors
And still this debate endless rages
Whether to isolate cottage by cottage
Fencing off, defending one home
Or sharing - at least - with a village
We walk the paths daily to keep the way clear
We forge winter lanes across ice
Bring some wood to piles that look small
Never leave anyone to freeze in the night
Sunset valley, prisms of icicles
Times are trying to let go
The wind is shifting, cold from the north
Orion hunts nightly, more bold
Sunset valley icicles - sunset valley so cold
Sunset valley icicles - so cold
