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A snowfield of barren, layered white,
upon layered ice.
No green quickening of life to enfold,
its warmth melting.

Cold, it murders emerald indifferently
with selfish purity the lush and sinful green of summer,
sunk in shadows and deadly seasons.

Calloused cold fingers spiked in icicles scrape away even spring.

Till an abducted sun unransomed
comes branding a skyfire.
Blazing trails through winter
wailing the loss of its numbness.

Till crystal is sheared
to springs running through summers,
and greening passion plays
expound themselves in ecstasy.