The Winter Mix

A fence leans
In the driving snow
Upon a wheel
A cockerel crows
The crimson dawn

Like giant spokes
The barren fields
Contain
The pitiless winter
In their icy arms

A wheel borne on a pole

A wheel once menial
And low

Black winter's wheel
Whose rim is heaven
And whose hub is where each
Stands alone

Black winter's wheel
(Black winter's wheel)

Black winter's wheel
(Black winter's wheel)