Winter Comfort
Coldness harbors no regret
Windows frosted, calm chill set
Branches iced, their sleep past due
Grey skies warn, storm so true
Red of cardinal, blue of jay
Tea and fire, warmth I pray
Water frozen in the river
Run strong, so deep a shiver
Green of pine, rich scent of which
A faded dream, a fevered pitch
Memory shall not be found
Yet in the mountains, where snows abound
I miss the spring, some sort of debt
Still, coldness harbors no regret
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