Deafened Phantom

within these melting snows they run..the rivers of winter doldrums while the frost cells of a winter that enslaves us..is..as vapours rise and sarcastic ice crows cry..the longest deepest coldest torpor ...nearly final...sunken beneath snowdrift- steaming grates of muted avenues' collective sighs another hibernation's done ... the magical meandering maestro gathers all the broken twigs n sticks and other fallen batons, his sentimental' second hand things and bows then bids adieu, and far adrift into the cold deep stream of conscience floats and swirls farewell until next fall the phontom traveller slouches, shuffles, sighs and sings and vanishes among the melting cracks on steaming creeks and muddy rippling rings