Nov 132013
Winter's friendly hand,
Cold and sure, an aged friend.
Surely, surely an aged friend.
One come to bring bad news,
(Rattling the plaintive windowpane politely)
With a little tea and wry laughter--
How we're caught up by the heels
By disaster.

Surely the cold, clear
Panes that frame the empty bright
(Letting in the brassy stars
And chimes of crippled icicles),
Show winter's friendly hand
In the solid steam that lifts
From the little tea, the window's minor
Frost occluding night.

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