In winter I am content
To watch the snowflakes float and swirl
And try to catch them on my tongue
A twisting private Tilt-o-Whirl.
A filtered fair of snow and ice
Awakening both hopes and fears
I count my tickets carefully
And spend them slowly through the years.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
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