Drop By Plummet

Drop by plummet is inside
The water drippings only
The places of gardens between
Of frosty silences lonely
The crystal clear torchlight
Of the after dark hour
The feeling of frosty icily
Of a window silver flower

Night into night so deep
And breezy of a coldness song
Every distant of reverberation
From the footpath of street along
Where waves of iciness doorway
Is easy on going slick
The perimeter of nail pale eyes
Of breathing and quiet trick

Drop by drop is outside
And giving so much of this
Going to the inside and hiding
With every feeling there is
The solitude of the snarling
When the roof goes drop by drop
And the winter on white road
Is ongoing in none stop