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Yesterday moved through
the many faces of winter,
black clouds like
frozen warrior horses,
and horizontal snow, then
sunny and cold and windy
with washed blue sky.
Killdeer harvest the lower zones
with sickle wings,
cannot scratch a shallow cup
into the frozen ground
for nesting. Every breath
crystallizes in my lungs,
intoxicates, intensifies
like cold water.
I bow to the tail
of winter whipping through,
snapping like a dragon,
its slow return
to the other side
of the year.
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from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
Copyright © Jim Slominski
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