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POETRY
Winter Storm
The storm is brewing somewhere
and not even on the radar yet.
Possibly, it is, right at this moment,
contemplating the dangerous crossing
of mountain peaks.
Snow bird that he is,
Old Man Winter likes to visit us
once a year or so.
Usually, he frosts the streets and rooftops,
a temporary delight, but best of all
be brings a day at home
a long lie-abed
followed by the luxurious langor
of blanks by the fire, books,
and endless pots of tea.
Generous grandfather: we will see you soon.
Thank you for reading!