Winters day to night

I so love the dead of winter
A world alone and full of grief
Empty, colourless and overcast
The shadowland of tree husks
In drifts of shrouded mists
Its a place that falls away below my weary feet
Down to meadows dank and sad and wet
I stroll in melancholy drizzle
Driven by a cold north wind
Stinging me with drops of polar ice
That stabs of pure frost burning
The sun is always hidden
Afraid of dusk closing in
I stay out as it comes
The friend to lonely murk
Comforted by the blackness
of the claustrophobic dark
Bat wings of the night
Embrace me in your depth
Your death is subterranean
stark and oh so beautiful
I wish it never ends