The storm's snow sweepd through the bare branches
Of the trees shivering outside my window
Wind-blown white flurries
A threat to blight out the shades of gray, brown, black
Not colors
Somber shades of winter in New England__
Swarms of snowflakes
Swirling
Before my window
My hand on the cold glass
My palm cold
The touch of winter___
In a room
Warmed by a wood fire
I press my lips to the glass
Not your kiss
The cold kiss of winter
With the warmth of summer
Months away__
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