Nicholas Messenger - Ash lyrics

Ash falling over the abandoned fields as if into the middle of the summer there could steal warm snow, not noticeably weighing down the foliage, it is so slight and grey; not drifting high like summer's other snow-fall, thistle down. This winter there was an exceptional snow that fell long and froze fast enough to lie for weeks, until we wondered, were we being warned of an approaching age of cold, or of some other slow grey coming-down of floccoons, such as here is borne on faint wind, settling over all of us not far enough away from the bonfire but not near enough.