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A poem can change winter
By: James Aitchison
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Sleet-bleak days,
Nights like black lakes,
Storms stoop low,
Scraping hilltops.
All the world is brittle now,
And all the people
Stick figures in the snow.
Such is winter:
The colourless chill
Awaiting the warmth of
Words and love.