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As we stand on ocean cliffs,
the wind sears through us
with its cold memories,
like the angles of ice
catching our warm feet
as we try to step over
the frozen cracks

The visit of snow
lying quietly on rounded inlets
can feel like the soft touch
of a hand over jagged rocks
glowing in the moonlight,
o...

I sat alone and looked out on a year of distant dreams
A sentinel of something good, at least that’s how it seems,
When as each year crept quietly away from all it knew
There felt such a sense of sameness, such a hint of deja-vu,
For all things come to he who waits, at least my Father said
And from a boy I prayed for them, before I went to bed,
Bu...

She disappeared out of the
diamond winter sunlight
into the shadow world,
where a tree stood shivering
at its edge

She wanted to calm the tree,
but it only cast its book of words
down on the pages of snow at her feet
for her to read

A language written in a code of shadows
like the crosshatchings from a qu...