In this dark of December
to this iron bone
when daylight is seldom
and sunshine has flown
And winter, vice-like
has me firm in its hold
bombarding my senses
with fingers of cold
My thoughts lie in summer
when June in the light
paints warmth over all
that it has in its sight
©Jemverse
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