Winter’s Promise

She told me every year I’d see her sisters
Until the last one came in unannounced
She’d pack up all my things, and take her leaving —
All this quite archly, carefully pronounced

The snow is a just a portent of the covering,
The coming Spring – that something we all crave;
The wind, it prophesies of our great changing
The cold is but the promise
Of the grave

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