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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