Going Cold

And now the winds are returning,

from islands of ice,

the chimes in frenzied waking,

open this morning,

to hard ground,

yesterday’s rain frozen,

earth impenetrable.

 

I turn into it,

staying out as long as I can,

without a coat,

feeling each part of me,

go cold,

so I know it,

swallow it,

breath it,

welcoming these winds

from lands of ice,

into the aching reaches,

where I have been,

waiting.

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