Winter Play (A new poem by yours truly)

In the winter lands
the winter people
play among the trees
like bare breezes
through naked leaves,
whispering wisps
of smoke
among the eaves.
Gliding through gilded glens
among the leas.
Pointless passions
left bereft, unsung
winding through the weary
winds, undone.
Just slivers
of icy rivers
glimmering with glances
from the sun.
Their eyes slightly glazed
as if in a daze
glinting through a hoary frost of haze...

In the winter lands the winter people play
Halfhearted through each dismal stretch of day.
Denied the skies of blue, they're left in gray.
Their movements slow and wistful as they sway
To a haunting tune from so so far away.
A paean of a prayer that they can pray.
A breath of melody upon the breeze
To move the soul before it starts to freeze.
A slight reminder of the days to come
When the skin-soaked sky is no longer numb.
For, that's the tune they dance to when they sway
In winter lands where winter people play.