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Winter, I greet thee

Winter, I greet thee;
Voice of the North carried
in howling winds.
The crackle of ice
freezes white bones, and lays
my eyes down to darkest black.

Winter, I greet thee;
Air thin as rainbow glass,
light glinting as water trapped in snow so fine.
Spirit of the North travels
in the rip of branches,
piercing my lungs, as all
lay down to sleep.

Winter, I greet thee;
As death mists over glittering fields.
Soul of the North lies silent in darkest night
as feather, fur and skin await,
breathing ice into the blue.
The last leaf falls, gently
and we strain to hear its landing.

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