The Hidden

Sleeping giants
lie in wait
concealed in layers
low clouds and fog
mist and steam
as each blends
into the other
as the frozen world
waits
for thawing warmth
to come

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Strength

Alone I stand
and breathe in
crisp air
as others topple
I remain standing
tall and strong
as wind blows
and storms tear
through mountains
and valley below
Soon
the sun
will shine again

I’ll be here

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Oxygen

So long spent
encased in ice
the dark cold
a cling
against flesh
against soul
and yet
the thaw comes
in small increments
and through
frozen embrace
a small tendril
just a tip
finds fresh air
and breathes deep

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The Sentinels

Among skeletons
they stand
proud and strong
full and weighted
by wet fluff
impervious
to the chill
Fenced in
but lush
they are
sentinals
in a world gone
baren
and cold

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I Climb

Fluffly tufts
of soft white
cling precariously
to delicate spines
like my fingernails
digging deep
into the walls
upon which I climb
searching
for the light
but only finding
a small glimmer
from time to time
to dazzle the eye

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The Dusting

Not a blanket
but a dusting
of white
turns the world
into a tangle
of white shapes
upon shadows
in a world
of hard lines
and soft shapes
chilled
then frozen

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