a monster called,
vengeful in the birth of winter
blue-veined arms flailing fierce,
an imprecation of December
a glacial madness of what month
what year
for I could not hear my heart
over the beating snow
nor feel my trembling hand
through the breathing cold
& he came to me then,
time frozen in that mountain pass,
with a muzzle of frost
bitterness & bone,
he was the freezing wind
over the glittering snow
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