"When Skies are Low and Days are Dark"
by N.M. Bodecker
When skies are low
and days are dark,
and frost bites
like a hungry shark,
when mufflers muffle
ears and norse,
and puffy sparrows
huddle close--
how nice to know
that February
is something purely
temporary.
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