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Sweet winter,
Who told you
To curl up and die
Three months early,
Wearing your autumn
Clothes, pretending
No one notices?
Looks like you squabbled
With the sun and came
Up limping.
The world reveled when
You went on holiday
And hopes you will
Forget to return,
Forget to remind
Us we are living.
We now take the
Light for granted.
For we never knew
The clouds.
Never danced
In December rain
Like children.
Never made pools
At the kitchen door
While the liquid
Cold kissed our
Skin until fire
Received it.
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Thursday, December 17, 2009
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