~Snow Chains~
Biting gusts that prick and sting
Seeping into my fragile skin
Mother Nature has now receded
Leaving behind a black that whispers
Frigid flakes dance and swirl
My vision is dark
My mountains white
There is no light
The morning after
Healed with heat
Hearing new music
Birds of song
Inhaling deep
The air is new
It cuts right through
What's stale is now fresh
Quickening my step
I have molted from within
Beginning once again
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