Winter
As tundras tell tales with miles of frozen history...
Winter; cathartic
silencer of life,
essential to every cycle,
braided in every season,
but the only one floating
between endings and beginnings.
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Yule blessings; gifted
magical merriment painted
on an icy, blank canvas
crunching beneath
hard and careful steps
into the unknown and
introspection framed by
blizzards and stillness.
—
Frosted wakes; funerals
for the flora, fauna,
and foresight.
As tundras tell tales
with miles of frozen history,
we inhale the harshness
our ancestors knew
with our nipped and dripping noses.
—
Crystalized; fragmented
designs harken intimacy
in every free-flying flake,
every layer of sublime frost,
every mesmerized gaze,
every silent reaping of
nature’s souls.
—
Winter,
mirroring life
with death’s breath.
About the Creator
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Compelling and original writing
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Great writing, fine tuned and musical. IO Saturnalia!