Winter's my favorite season I like the cold, I like the warmth I immerse in a hopeless glass of whiskey by the hearth. This year I found all of me beneath the comfort of her hold. Winter spares no empty bough never thought it could get so old. My favorite season winter remains not longer than two months I wish... I wish... I wish again we could sit joking the world outside O I wish the tides change course and we could set out patterns on this spilt milk. The years that have gone hang around my sweet place will come once again I dream... I dream... I dream we may never sleep bleak again. Winter is the taste in warmth but I may never write it a poem. So long... so long my dear friend I'm right here with nowhere to go. The moon appears faithful tonight in rings of smoke clouds encircle it. O all it's dark spots are well hidden waiting for you to add dye to my time. May my beliefs never change I thought they twist my gut fruiting into milkiness. I am who I never thought I was energy wrapped in cloth: a name already dead.