Winter draws the Soul inside,
of Self and Earth and all,
as if to mock the fading Sun,
to hold us to itself.
In huddled, dark becoming,
we reach for warming flames,
and feel the chill upon the glass;
the whispered Season's grace.
of Self and Earth and all,
as if to mock the fading Sun,
to hold us to itself.
In huddled, dark becoming,
we reach for warming flames,
and feel the chill upon the glass;
the whispered Season's grace.
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