Winter keeps, locked at bay
frozen thoughts for years away
With stiff embrace I'm overwhelmed,
in icy air the memories play
Deep inside, a warm relapse
of childhood and lovers past
Smiling like a forest fire,
warming soul with nostalgic ash
In tight air, I'm drawn inside
not of house, but of the mind
And like a lute I'm strung and struck,
melodic memory plucked in time
A chilly joy with coats and mittens,
in city park the candles glisten
On this bench I remember of old
and old I shall be, thinking of snow
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