Months like mirrors,
Frosty time's song;
Clouds of dust adheres,
Winter hard and long.
Frosty darken glow,
Its shadow fierce rites;
Cold and bold snow,
In the lonesome blights.
Through ancient wisdom,
Drill of quicksilver's space;
Frosty silver bloom,
Many threads and ways.
Reflected and effaced,
The restless adobe walls;
In the cold embraced,
Till the insect again calls.
Months like a nest,
Nothing happens there;
Only a darkish breast,
Sweeps the air everywhere.
Dewdropp grain of light,
Not on earth dances;
For there is still night,
Taking frosty changes.
Peter S. Quinn
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