In The November Circling Ways

In the November circling ways Surrounded by dark nothingness The hours of its deep blue grays With not much of hope or caress The coils of these trials in rime Snowy footsteps onward going Ice of high evening darkish prime Where frost mirrors alley's glowing Its time between lighting states Of frontiers in blissful twinkling The moments of darkish debates In snowy fall air besprinkling When light bulb to a light will show All those merry glowing sparking eyes Of indefinite day in icy snow In weather of confronted surprise The night is to profound to hold With many its unknown trespassing When day to night dream shall unfold In its shadowy dance crevassing Yawning longs of snowy far routes On to the isolated distance breach Like rivers of glistening fade-outs That hard in this cold is to reach