Cold

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Cold splinters bone

ice shards crystal sharp:

 

I dream of wolves

a silent moon

 

hoar frost & sky

cones red glow;

 

another

frozen sunrise.

 

Lest we forget

how winter births

 

muscles taut

skin that flakes;

 

the chime of wind

curled on

 

chimney breast

becomes

 

our nightly music.

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