The Chill

The restless howling winds
on a snowy mountainside
A painful catch of breath
in subzero walks outside
Ghostly branches scrape stark
on a frozen windowpane
Cold dawn when glinting sharp
off icicles with disdain
Mourning dove’s disparaged call
to mate that’s flown away
None compare to the chill
when one’s heart has been betrayed

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