Something New Poem by Paul Reed
Something New
Winter is not a time for our hating
For something new is on the horizon
When the magical gifts unfold
Which would be less but for the waiting;
Why rush to the last page of a book
To find an abrupt ending
With no anticipation or relish
Instead turn the first page and look;
See winter as a greatness
The aperitif to the main course
When all is still in front of us
And the better for their lateness.
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