Wintering

as the days breathe chilled

air through the cracks of

hours, so do we settle

into the chest of Winter,

pulling close to its slow

beat, huddling to warm

moments, nestling into

hibernation of soul, and

frosted self; such is the

way of it when this

season calls and holds

us to its ancient breast.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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