Winter
       

The gravest season
And least understood
Is more than pale heads
In fur hoods

More than the blackbirds
No longer singing
Above the clearing they are
Darkly ringing

More than the snow
Embodied as men
Posed in solitary
Vigil again

And equals the need
To live past recalling
Out where the mercury
Won't stop falling

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