the naked soil waits for snow,
i am sore and my skin is thin,
the cold entered with fog
which veils these horizons,
there, frost in my knees
when i crawl to the trees
and i freeze in the shelter
the rotting leaves, the straw,
they talk and a few stones
nod and sing with the rain,
sleep, freeze, freeze, sleep
in the silence under snow
i stay contracted, frozen pain,
i am ice and bud and life,
i dream my birth, my spring.
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