Winter is here again
Over my back
My fur coat is frozen
I'm stuck and my clogs buried in snow
As my fractured dreams blown away
By the whizzing of my frozen breath.
Looking at the trees
They stand naked of leaves
With winter's icicles drifting
Like stalagmites.
The sun is gone
And moon is vexed
The clouds weep their tears into snow
Winter is here again.
The lights dimly glow
In the blinking night
Where my words pour unuttered
But winter himself speaks of
Piling snow, of drifting trees
And my frozen breath
It's no doubt
Winter is here again.
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