Narcissus-X muses. Is winter woe or weal? Solitude. Silence. Sun retreats, night prevails. Heron-legged thoughts stalk nocturnal reveries.
Silibant softness
Damply stinging upturned face
Winter wind and snow
Sapphire beacon
Within swirling cloud of snow
Deadly steel within
Frozen swamp so still
Stony nectar glittering
Butterflies are gone
Leafless tree and snow
Clouds scudding past overhead
Do they fear the tree?
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