Quiet company

Let the wild snow fall where it wants to be. The picture on the wall keeps me company. Should the wind rise higher and seem to never rest, serene, beside my fire, the cushion is my guest. My thoughts will drift and smile, will run about and walk. Should they need to rest a while, my book and I will talk.

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