* * *
I am tired. Through with my all.
Just nothing to wish, to try.
The winter cold near to fall
down from the sullen old sky.
The heart as quiet and strong
as the gray of the silent stone.
I know, that won't last for too long,
but the whens are never known.
An icy gust, and again...
And a brave little snowflake flies,
and drops, melts into the rain;
and no trace of heavenly skies.
~ 1981
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