A Winter Poem
The trinity of trees
Ice and weak light
Bitter as the
Sharp cold, pools
Of thin water that
Grab like trolls at
Heavy ankles, breath
That steams off a
Horse`s back,
And the sky, the sky
Enamel under
An artic moon;
The year closed
Like a wet copse
Standing in the frost
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