by April Ardis Anderson
Twas brought a bony chill
Slammed the doors, dusted the mantel
Arousing the soft snoring blaze.
The sharp, quick knit-clicking
Kept time with branch and window
Foundation implied a flustered soul
Swept out into chilly gust.
Speckles poriferated boldly
Possessing no apparent course
Echoes whispered as diamonds landed
Demanding order with icy fangs.
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