In these winter paths

 In these winter paths

Where I wind from summer's laughs

The kiss of the wind versus the scarfs

All along these winter paths

In these winter paths I see my life 

In chandelier staffs

And coloured calfs on rolling hills of green

The ocean like a memory of a film scene

But real to real I had a head telegraph

Who told me sned the branches

Of the pines like giraffes

They bow their heads

Then nod as if at me to laugh

In these winter paths

In these winter paths