(a sonnet)
The wind was howling and the trees
were bent
and almost broken down. The day was
fierce
with autumn’s spirit and desire. It
sent
a message meaning winter’s chill
would pierce
their world soon, but they were snug
and warm
with summer in their hearts. They
hoped to buy
a painting full of comfort. In a
storm
of snow, the painting would be a
bright sky
of summer in their home, a sunny
day
above their mantel, a scene so full
of August light that it would chase
away
the season’s icy mistiness. To pull
themselves from winter back to
summer, all
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