Months Like Mirrors (From, Poet On Www)

Months like mirrors, Frosty time's song; Clouds of dust adheres, Winter hard and long. Frosty darken glow, Its shadow fierce rites; Cold and bold snow, In the lonesome blights. Through ancient wisdom, Drill of quicksilver's space; Frosty silver bloom, Many threads and ways. Reflected and effaced, The restless adobe walls; In the cold embraced, Till the insect again calls. Months like a nest, Nothing happens there; Only a darkish breast, Sweeps the air everywhere. Dewdropp grain of light, Not on earth dances; For there is still night, Taking frosty changes.