The storm's snow sweeps
Through the bare branches
Of the evergreen trees
Shivering outside my bedroom window
Wind-blown white flurries
Blight out not only the pine green,
But the gray, brown, black, white
Of the somber landscape
Of winter in New England
EVerything white and cold__
Swarms of snowflakes
Swirl
Before my window glaze with ice
A hand on the cold glass
A palm cold
On the cold glass
The touch of winter___
In a room
Warmed by a wood fire
Press my lips to the glass
Not your kiss
You far away
The cold kiss of winter
Here
With the warmth of summer
Months away
From my bedroom window__
ps winter is months away from this suny day. The last of September__

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