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when the ice found them
When the Ice Found Them
They had never learned the grammar of frost—
their tongues shaped for rainwater,
their backs for the press of leaves.
The wind arrived first,
a stranger rehearsing its name
against the hollow of their ears.
Then came the light,
thinned to a blade,
sliding between ribs of the forest.
They slowed—not from fear,
but from the weight of remembering
a sun that once rose green.
Snow took the ground in increments,
as if negotiating,
but the terms were already written.
One by one, they folded themselves
into the smallest versions they could be,
breath clouding like a final migration.
And the ice, patient as ancestry,
closed its hand.
.
Poetic quality to the utmost,
Poetic quality to the utmost, the Nth, possible degree.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Sometimes finding myself
Sometimes finding myself hardput in the face of such exponential praise as it was a rare experience growing up. But I am truly grateful. And also learning to flow in the way of things. So, thank you so much Januarily/StarSpared.
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