Comments about Ell Ell
On a hill - as dark as the midnight snow,
Where the blackbird broods and lays its wings.
Through the trees - bare as the covered fields,
Where foxes stir and chase their prints.
And past the dale - deep as violet dawn,
The North winds blow and shake the mountains.
And through the mist - thick as the winter air,
Where icicles quiver and pierce the ground.