Winter

by Len Krisak (January 2012)

So much the world would send us looks to fade

Is immune. Ties loosen and are lost.

Some, thought of once as surely deathless friends,

Begin to stop. One feels the winter frost

How is it that they now seem almost precious

Above the fire, while outside, all is snow?

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