Frigid

And suddenly, the woodland has bared its

branches. The days now cloth the new season,

like a bride. And though cold and pale,

its exquisite beauty, fills my eyes with such

incomparable warmth.

I shall carry this grace with me; in my soul.

Until she - frigid, in the last hours; with

frosted lips kisses the newly born Spring.

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