Dark Nights
time is eternal
does not pass does not end
dead of winter days
closed in by bitter cold
iced in
we run the extra heaters
babies dressed in sweaters
chapped red cheeks from snow play
sit in stunned tiredness
we wait for dinner
we all sleep and wake well after
dark
blinking
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