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Frost Bites

January’s scourge submerges all in darkness.
A pall presses neglected fields,
sealed beneath drifting snow.
A single voice pursues its own echo,
while brightening skies are mere illusions,
reflecting tricks of light that never show.
Ground and air collude in conspiracies of cold.
A clutch of snowdrops
intrudes upon this desolate scene,
bringing hope of renewal to those who dream.

23 Jan 18

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a good poem full of December's  treat
 — rivergood