Derivation One
mighty snowmen tower tall
hulk as somber snowflakes fall
stand as frozen testimony
that I should be in bed with tea.
Derivation Two
grim phantoms rise through wind-blown snow
summoned by cries of a solitary crow,
black-winged among the hanging sheets of grey;
its lonesome call does dim the day.
trees stand burnt by the wintry blasts
and skeletal shadows their limbs outcast.
pushing quickly through the moor’s deep snow
my thoughts are homeward bent; I go
hurrying, for imagination has me chased
by coal grinned spectres. my tracks, erased.
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