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Searing Cold Life
Closing the door,
take the first searing breath;
Twenty below on
this Midwestern night. Squeaking and squealing
snow grips warm skis tight; Diamond-strewn white
reflects Nature’s true wealth. Stand still and
listen to nothing at all; Miriam Moon floats
an arm’s length above, Jupiter, Saturn
stir thoughts of lost love, Thousands of stars
echo love’s silent call. Silence and brilliance
and infinite depth, Universe blasting
from ultimate black, Stars blaze in coalblack,
o’er dark and white snow. Feeling the coyotes
all holding their breath. |
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