Good Morning, Middle Earth

- Lothithil

Came out of Dreaming this early morn
and climbed down form my homey tree
to find snow piled like sifted sand
as deep as a Hobbit's knee

I walked down the sward to Water's edge
sharp and cruel as a bitter lance
and there saw broken chunks of ice
swirl by, a chilly morris dance

There are hidden deeps and shapeless drifts
and biting breath that tugs and burns
Hobbits stay safe in tunnely holes
But I have other concerns

There is a Grey Haven far to the West
now locked in an icy grip
before the Thaw I must go thither
to sail upon that waiting ship

Good morning, Middle-earth!