Where is The Day Taking Us

Where is The Day Taking Us

Where is the day taking us
In this darkish winter garden,
I've got all the abrasiveness
For the day is now to harden;
Like the cold comes sweet in
With the snow so soft in frost,
There's in my heart a backspin
From this much wintry glossed.

It carries me away and across
To some other places beyond,
Where lies the hidden pathos
Everthing warm has abscond;
For it never was much within me
To walk much and along a trail,
Where winter is cold frezzing free
And there's nothing else to avail.

Where is the day in this dim
Where I have no place to call,
My heart's in a whimsy whim
When I'm in this state to appall;
Bring thus away this dull cold
I am more for the gentle heat,
Nothing in coldness to behold
Only the frost and its deadbeat.