Mostly it's snowing
Or about to snow
And the wind rains down
On the roof all night
Blow after blow
Artfully in the morning
It stands back to gaze
At its masterpiece you
Huddled under the wings
Of its brilliant whiteness
How long can you wait
If what you wait for
Is already here think of it
The heart is the only thing
That sustains us it is a lake
It is only three miles around
And deep as an archangel
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