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[pomes]

Summer days are open and the sky is very high
The days go on forever with the almost endless light
Between the clouds the sky is blue and beckons me to fly
The dark comes late and brief and warm; dawn chorus ends the night

I'm waiting for the winter sleet, the frosts, the wind that roars
With coats and scarves and boots and gloves and hats and drinks in mugs
I pull the walls of home around and fasten up the doors
And all the night I stay content and resting safe and snug