"Hold on," says winter
and taking a pause
she summons the snowfall
and sits beneath it
letting things be
as they are.
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"Stay," says winter
and scatters the wind
to keep the creatures in,
cozy in their dens.
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"Shhh," says winter
and quiets the land
with her blanket of white,
her spell of silence
enchanting each diamond
of ice.
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"Rest," says winter
and buries the rocks,
staunches the traffic
with glitter and frost,
gently-falling pixie dust
that commands the world
to halt.
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"Be," says winter
as she freezes the clock
making time itself stop
and giving me the freedom
that belongs to the powerless;
the understanding that
there's nothing more important
than this.
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What is there to do
but let winter be herself
and let myself sit
quietly
within her?
