The Star Wall

I walk over frozen land
Two miles home.
Frost is arresting the mud
Into barked ruts,
Grass clumps raise stiff walls.
Through the division of a wood
I climb to a gate-corner
Where trees drop to their shade.
Behind me the view
Pasture and ploughland,
Along a hill
Profile of a town,
My hand on the bar of a stile
Where slime freezes.
All this to get through
Before I'm home and can talk.
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