Snow has been piling up
Reminding me of tasks at hand
Will the cold that hastens my steps
Be the motivation for a determined will.
What I think I need is warmth of light
To make my work once again spry into the night
A sauna of a room, no covers; but thirsting for a breeze
Speak loud caus’ I can’t hear, the leaves are piling up out there.
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