The cold wind blows forth my being
Toward new fields and ancient feelings;
Old friends come to my door and bid me, “Hi!”
Whilst new companions are high and nigh;
The heart beats with the warmest smile
And a hopeful wish blooms forth anew;
Mayhap, perhaps, something good
Shall spring forth from this bitter news
Of blustery rain and persistent cold.

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