winter [poem]

The sharp and crystal gaze of winter
Fills my bones with the shivers of living
Waking to a morning of black
That cold burns into the mist of early day
The thick and dreamy fog a freezing cloak
It wraps me in the embrace of that unreal reality
Numb and tingling, I grope for the warmth
I suck a breath, and push out into the
dazzle of the cold
It is beautiful, it is magical
It hurts, and it is good

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