On My Way To Campus, Winter

The second poem in a series of four which I wrote in between 2010 and 2013, whilst I was at university.

None but her white blanket and a robin redbreast
In an empty street where shadows start to fade.
Winter brought its comrades home and all the rest
Her frosty fingers cruelly came to raid.
With every step I took I heard another hop.
Our paces one and same in the crunches of the ice.
Silence betrays all this month; we both came to a stop.
When I turned the stranger would be gone in a trice.
It in the bushes and I on the pavement
Together on our walk while Winter made her call.
Though I didn’t see this fellow in his ruby garment,
I know we won’t be on our own when Spring revives it all.