Under Again

The cold wind returns Flooding valleys that for years Have not seen the tread of feet Black night descends Bringing back the old fears Unshackled from dormancy Though on the hill the candle still burns Dim in the gloom it stands Wavering As from the distance the low horn calls The dawn to break White beams in their solitary companionship Slash through the mist to the hill The candle grows The embrace of the North enters Atop the stormy hill Though veiled in the dark winds mask The dawn breaks through the rain