Brittle thickets
Quaking against the cold
The gray sky hangs
Swaying sorrow to the soul
Deep in my bones, such a
chill
My breath presents itself,
staying my will
I rest against the bitter
wind
Stoking a hunger to rise and
press on again
Rustling
leaves flutter to my thoughts
Images the heart forgot
The beautiful way the sun broke across your face
Illuminating from the sullen gray
And into a warm radiant grace
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