winter slows
us down to a crawl.
we burrow
and build a fire.
we eat
what we have
to get fat and ready
for what's to come.
we cover ourselves
in wool,
in leather.
our knit hats.
we look to the sky
for snow.
bring it on.
bury me in white.
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
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