Land of No Shadow

No shadows cast, no darkened figure follows.
Gray cold air hangs still on lightless morns,
Leafless tree silhouettes rattle in foggy hollow.
Hoar frost on snow adorns.
Winters breath, her mist exhaled, clings to every blade,
Laughing brooks lay silent where they wind.
Rolling, clouds cast upon dead land a constant shade.
Where is the warming glow so kind once did shine?
Come oh spring, release cold winters bind.