​Like Phoebe and my Patriarch.

When you spend your winter waiting
For the melt of falling snow
When you guard and strain for the sake of your brain
When we make it through the winter you’ll come to know
When you hear time saying nothing but
I told you so.
When you freeze inside the darkness
Let winter serve as your depth of hell
When you forget last summer’s gentleness
Don’t expect our time to wish you well
When you lose your autumn’s temper
Kill the flowers before the springtime’s gone to hide
When your heart left in October
Don’t expect my sleeping by your side.
Miss frosted trees and the sleeping doe
Miss rosy friends and all those puffy eyes
Miss all memory of winter long ago
Time will say nothing but
I told you so.

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Tim Donahue
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