our winter winds

we’ve heard that winter is coming
who have seen the first buds of spring

soft nubs patiently pushed towards
the promised relief of shared warmth

now hesitant and still
unsure of the strength of the sun

trammeled by winds that will come
to strip the air from a birds song

and char the blades of infant shoots
hard won through a truculent earth

a flattening crystal chill from
empty howling mouths

beasts and braggarts purging
their mishapen hearts

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