say all my Summer friends.
The cold, the dark - how lovely.
Who doesn't swoon at the the slowing of molecules,
closer and closer to the stillness of non-being.
Winter - you're a frozen treat melting in my mouth,
warming my soul, raising my electric, endangering my assumptions.
I embrace you, then retreat to nurse the frostbite -
grateful for the shelter to do so.
May there be Mercy in the world tonight.
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