Winter Moon

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Snow, pelting against the window
Darkness, wait whiteness, pitch dark
Rustling wind, do you hear it?
Chill through your bones, do you feel it?
Birdless hum, ice filled air
Blistered cheeks, frostbitten fingertips
Sloping snow banks, nature’s barricade
Under a winter moon





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