to winter i belong
a soft, quiet time
of liminal moments

shadow and light
flickering and dancing
on the edge of sight

there, you will find me
in the gossamer wings
of winter birds that dust

their feathers with snow
and ice, their hearts
forever frozen in time

there, you will find me
in the cloudy breath
of barren moors where

stags crown their heads
with naked trees that sleep
beneath an ageing sun

always, you will find me
in winter's cold embrace
in a land frosted with dreams

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