The fury of winter
Blazes outside
As I am curled up
Warm and safe indoors
With tea
And good company.
Yet I cannot help
But notice how the weather
Reflects my inmost mood,
However bright and cheerful
My visage and yellow socks
Make me seem.
I'm losing my best friend
(Who's more)
To pain and conflict
And problems that can't
Be resolved to any
Semblance of satisfaction.
Oh, forgive me
For bringing the storm
I see outside into our hearts.
It will be a long time
Before my muse
Loses ice blue eyes.
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