"Clear and Colder", by Robert Frost

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Clear And Colder

Wind , the season-climate mixer,
In my Witches' Weather Primer
Says, to make this Fall Elixir
First you let the summer simmer,
Using neither spoon nor skimmer,

Till about the right consistence.
(This like fate by stars is reckoned,
None remaining in existence
Under magnitude the second.)

Then take some leftover winter
Far to north of the St Lawrence.
Leaves to strip and branches splinter,
Bring on wind. Bring rain in torrents-
Colder than the season warrants.

Dash it with some snow for powder.
If this seems like witchcraft rather,
If this seems a witches' chowder
(All my eye and Cotton Mather!),

Wait and watch the liquor settle.
I could stand whole dayfuls of it.
Wind she brews a heady kettle.
Human beings love it-love it.
Gods above are not above it.

By Robert Frost

(reposted from duathir in greatpoets; thank you!)