to the winter wind
that curls
around you,
trying
it's best to get in.
what have you brought
us this time.
i see you've shaken
the leaves
clean,
i see the frost on the windows.
i feel your
sting.
what will it be
this year?
three feet of snow
in January,
the lake frozen,
how much wood
and love will we need?
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