Winter Solstice
Sweater weather
Sending shivers down me quivering around me is my world
This weather is a nibble of a New Hampshire dream
A nighttime swirl of nostalgic memories
In what was and usually is humid rising steam
No longer serves to be a remedy
Cool air and a fresh crisp breeze with whispers of hope and the bristling peace
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