[Art by Andrew Wyeth, “Wind from the Sea”]

A chill wind
swept through
my house,
blowing out the
candles and
darkening each 
of its many

I was sorely tempted, 
I’ll admit,
to shut the windows
and bolt the doors
and do all I could
to drive out
my frigid guest.

But a voice inside
restrained me:
“Let her be;
she is my messenger.”

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