When sun cuts through
The icey bite
When chill belies
The deep blue sky
When clouds float by
In singular form
When the ice underfoot
Submits to the warmth
While wind chill cools
The blinded eyes
The memories flood
From distant skies
My heart trips joy
From scenes recalled
On higher ground
Where time lie paused
And thus I sit
Quite drenched in this
Deluge of life
All else eclipsed
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