As pixels of dust soften touch;

The whisper of winter seeps through.

The wind hardens silhouettes

Reflected from summer's shadows.

The naked branches scream.

Scratch windows; shattering sleep.

Begging for birds company

To ease solitary twigs.

Blizzards creep narrow.

Making sounds of situations

That deafens the winds silence

And weakens the moon's marrow.

The season of night's revenge

Pushes through fall's accident.

Freezing death's sad imagery

Into spring's sweet nativity.

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