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I stopped on the step and stooped to look at my feet. There was something afoot, but it wasn’t me.

A chill breeze caress,
A shiver for midsummer.
A kiss of winter
Walks in out of the moonlight
From no man’s land, takes my hand.

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Seasons Meeting

Seasons change in the shifting light
And shadows lay their hands in mine,
Icy tendrils about my fingers entwined.
Still, I dwell in the chill of winter’s night.

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Your light and dark plays with me.
Essence of night is the fragrance you wear.
Silence is the word on your lips
As with a gaze unwavering you stare
Succeeding again at unmanning me.

Twilight and rain clouds wrapped about you
Like a mantle of darkness
You are shadows, a certain chill in the air.
An absence, a sickness,
An addiction I keep on returning to.

You are the bones, the secret within.
The whisper deep underground
Forever echoing in the dark.
You are the fatal cry. The final sound.
I am your victim. You are my sin.

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Wind Chills

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The sun shines down,
Crowning the ice upon the pond
With a transient halo.

Shimmers of translucence
Shiver in the frigid air,
Whisper of nothing.
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Chill comes the night
That creeps in autumn’s shadow.
First frost, as gentle as a kiss,
Covers the land in stardust icing.
While in the bitter dawn a weakling sun
Sheds light on a frigid world left weeping.

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