A TIME FOR VALENTINES
When cold inhabits the earth,
And winds chill even the stove,
We gather about the hearth
And warm ourselves with love.
For beneath winter's freezing cloak
Little streams never cease to run,
And the fogs disperse like smoke
In the heat of healing sun.
Take comfort, then, through the blasts,
From the cards that loved ones post,
For the white world's harshness lasts
But a month or two, at most.
RR 2-6-07
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