Battling the depths of Winter
is difficult.
Its space gathers frost, spreading out
over everything.
Solitude and Grey are fated companions,
singing gently.
Battling with amour and light and patience
exhausts all.
The obstacles are chronic, aching bones
and hearts.
Its ravines and sierras seem impassable,
slowly freezing.
Winter whets appetites for climax
and bloom.
Patience is heralded, along with wool
and sunlight.
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