Winter draws you inward
If you live where it gets cold,
Frosty, gusty, brittle
As your bones when they get old.
You shiver just a little
When they open up the door,
And the humans in galoshes
Leave them dripping on the floor.
The traffic slows and sloshes
In the early-falling dark,
You're seeking out the warming
Of a fire, like a spark
Among the flurries swarming
Round the house and leaving ice
On windows, blue and glassy,
And the yard that was so nice
In summer, green and grassy,
Disappears beneath the mounds
Of snow that's drifting higher
As it muffles all the sounds.
But all that I require
Is around me in the house.
With quilts and blankets, cozy,
I'm as quiet as a mouse.
My days are bright and rosy,
I've no days of discontent.
How winter is perceived depends
On how a winter's spent.
Let winter draw you inward
To a winter of content.
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