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Frostbitten
When breathing grows sharp
and the skin flushes with a burn
a frostbitten sky sending the cold
when the winter falls like night
with snow hugging the ground
we tuck ourselves in layers
against chilled elements
we lean into the weather
pushing into breathtaking wind
carrying the memory of flowers
the season shifts and shifts once more
the cycle older than time
a world suspended in the ice
and unforgettable cold – Caroline A. Slee