Sleigh Bells

War Memorial, Coedpoeth, Wrexham, Wales
A western front has laid us low,
now sunny aspect for the snow,
while frozen cape
protects bowed head
where buzzard swooped,
left pigeon dead.
Skeletal tree beneath the yews
where youths cavort, take time to choose
their victim in
a snowball dare;
there misty air,
like dragon flare
leaves wispy clouds, soon disappeared.
This holy hilltop commandeered,
ground unsoiled,
unsoled as yet,
the blizzard stayed
just as the debt,
unknown, unrealised lest they
weigh those fray bells, sleigh-play not slay.