there's ice-encrusted earth underfoot
and fragile leaves weighed down by loss and memory
darkness rounds the edges of these stars
it looms large against their spray of lightness
so many dark nights follow us
into warm homes, soft sheets, comfortable thoughts
dying fires are just one log or two away
this winter arrived
for the first time the reality we constructed has washed away with the rains
and we've awoken,
finally
together we'll make this trek
toward a tomorrow
filled with less
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