Numbingly, Piercingly Cold.


The sun is warm on my face.
it melts the ice around me,
warms my chilled forehead.

Sweetly, the snow falls.
it fills my nose and burns me,
makes my breath silvery.

The sliver of moon fortifies,
it slowly takes hold of me,
lulls me fast asleep.

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