Winter's Chill

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2007

snow whispering against my shoulders

wind blowing here and there

not another soul in sight

save hoarders and and scavengers

I savor the solitude,

drinking in the cold, sharp air

steam escapes from my lips

with every breath, and it all

shines with clarity.

Everything in black and white.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Cold is clarity.
12/6/07

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