January light

January sleeps in the barren trees, Light fades from the rutted fields. Fast in his dreams the farmer keeps His hope and his faith and his needs. The coming night will bring dark cold, The night will be lit with fire. And the creek will lie still in the winter fold, And the creek will lie still with desire.

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