season of cold and snow.
Help me to see the beauty of
bare branches, hard and slim and dark--
Of stiff wheat-colored grasses
draped in white and sparkled ice--
Of a chilled pink moon rising steady
Over the crest of a powdered mountain.
Or
If I can't see these things
and sing praise, then
please let me thank this
season of cold and snow
for giving and giving away
to the riot of daffodils
that follows.
Yessss.
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