This long night we mash through
more like moles than foxes
their spectacular flaming tails wave
high above the crust of white
feet so soundless
amidst the creak and sigh of branches
moving in weather
parachute above
blue bowl of light
an invitation to float through this darkness
if only you can open it
see it so cleanly
winter's opportunities
the slow, frozen pause of activity and doing
the storm is inside
buckling in a blizzard of our own making
this emotional winter
cw
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