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Winter reveals her emblems

In bare branch and Holly.

She has arranged for me

A tapestry of berry

As my winter blessing.

The sun sets, revealing moon

Bedded down in marly clouds

Laden with deluge.

I take Winter by the hand

And follow her

Into the very heart

Of her darkness.

The moon is full

And I am unsupervised.

I will not start tomorrow

By taking with me

Yesterday’s broken shards.

Instead I’ll make mosaics

From a myriad of fragments,

Memory and promise

Hope and delusion

And so there may be peace

In every quarter.

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