The Stranger – Lucy W 9-4

A frozen snow globe; a diamond landscape,
A world frosted like a delicate cake.
Snowmen call to their neighbours at night,
Snowflakes replace the birds and the kites.
Footsteps break the mumbling silence,
A coat trails patterns into the soft snow hence,
A lantern glimmers in the black
And time whispers at the stranger’s back.
He walks each night – unheard and unseen,
A shrouded figure so tall and so lean,
Constantly wandering under the moon
As others sleep in their soft cocoons.
He has no purpose – no wanderer’s task,
Only to walk under Winter’s mask,
Now watch, look, as he drifts through the lanes;
Next time you look he’ll have gone again.