Swirling Air Behind Glasses

Swirling Air Behind Glasses

Wind blows swift, and cool

Behind the spectacles it lingers

Around the legs, the cheeks, the ears

Sparing nought and stinging

But the feeling intesifies upon entering

A room warmed and dim

Where waiting sits tea

Ah, Winter. I have waited for thee

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