re-fuse to thaw

Winter draws,

and draws in.
I'll compact to fluoresce.

Soft white and diffuse,
at a'quarter's duress.

Woolworn, threadbare born,
whittling will all-th'while.

Whistle shrill and I'm there,
silverlining, sundial.

With apollo's apoyo, bold and cold-stilling,

Caving in, chilling out; rollingplay and spell-trilling,

'Til then,
a thick, brisk, quick fistfull of fall,
leaving wistfull wellwishing to one and to all.