The old house
Cracking in the frigid night,
And icy spears breach
The sagging window
Sashes as the wind blows
Steady across
The winter palate
Shaped by absence:
Gone the green
And florid flourish
Rioting from the ground,
But oh the sky
At daylight's end,
Unobscured by those
Other seasons' wealth,
Is lavish in its splendor.
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