leaving
doddering summer soiled in autumn’s mulch
in mist’s dependence upon a hard frost
to hold the weight of winter
to steel the ice of a long moon
that is courting the stars’ hoar frost
to outshine the greeting of this new year
pushed aghast and frozen
stuttering into the spotlight
resplendent in all its youth
an icicle drips silently
things start to move
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