That first twinge the power's back on
Everyone's head turns away
In wait of merry nights in the sun
For memories are made on just those days
Few are the hearts to winter farewell
The closing glamour rapidly spent
Then endless weeks of ice-gripped hell
Desolate darkness breaks as cement
That breathes so sharply, free of clouds
Tingling with loneliness everyone shares
On my slab embracing shivers of doubt
The pain that has no guilt to bear
I lease your listless thaw-burned hand
And sigh the warmth that hastens now
As the void concludes its cold remand
And loud summer hangs upon my prow.
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