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Cavern of Retreat
A winter of words falls over me
Like night - All I can speak
Is snow to whirl and drift The winter quarters of my heart
Withdraw from challenges of warmth
In fear of January thaws When I look back I'll dare
To swing a balance into Spring -
And then a hotting blast of thought
Will open summer to a new campaign
Of charge afoot and surging pulse again
poem
by
George Beecher
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