The days are short,
    The sun a spark
    Hung thin between
    The dark and dark.
    Fat snowy footsteps
    Track the floor.
    Milk bottles burst
    Outside the door.
    The river is
    A frozen place
    Held still beneath
    The trees of lace.
    The sky is low.
    The wind is gray.
    The radiator
    Purrs all day.
    John Updike

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