Winter's Cupboard
Long gone, the flowers
graceful heralds of Spring
In yon meadow, a lone crow
awaits a new blanket of snow
No monarchs fill the air
tree branches vacant stare
The dreary dull colors
suffuse hearts with despair
Why, late in December
is winter's cupboard still bare
No ice ponds or snowmen
or sleep for the bear
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