Olive Colon

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ZERO DEGREES FAHRENHEIT Zero degrees this morning at nine Still, the cabin is warm And frosted landscapes glazed on window panes Are melting in the sun's rise. It's good to face the east. Today's sun seems to fill all space Above the mountains Glaring enormous blue-white brilliant haze Around the radiant core. I cannot look for long. Sunlight is far too rare now And as the new moon grows Sunglow will wane for ten more days Grey desolation shrouding this bleak world. And no bird's song. But as the winter starts Once more the glorious sun Will grace us with his rays Warming the earth, melting my icebound heart. I had not realized that you'd been gone.
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