My breath still comes out puffy white,
An ethereal, airy, lovely sight,
My skin feels frosty, nippy blows
That redden my runny, frozen nose,
There's still a foot of fallen snow,
There's still at least two months to go,
But there has been a noticed change,
Come over all, plain as plain,
For when you stop at end of day,
Light is coming back this way,
A little more each day, I say,
Precious, little, needed rays.
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| Childe Hassam, At Dusk |
