I miss the winter months: so slow-
Their beauty overwhelms the mood-
And fits the sunshine into frost
that coats the land like in a globe.
The heat is stress and fiery light-
Whence in an oven: await the night.
But stars shine brightest amidst the snow
Why summer months delight: I'll never know.
If only winter could be our break
And we'd leave summer to work and toil-
These wretched months like stove-top coils-
Give me simple soundless frost
And freeze those moments so no heaven's lost.
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