A soft crackle of snow,
Chases my shadow,
Dancing under the chilly pale light,
And waltzing with my shoes.

A cool breeze,
Caresses my nose leaving it red,
And sleepy clouds seem to fall off their axes,
Down, down into the waking land below.

A quiet walker,
Trudges on to his home,
A faithful friend limps beside,
It's not a long way now.

How he loves him.