Winter Again

The wind
is harsh
and cold
bending
barren branches
until
like grasping fingers
they touch
the frozen ground

I hold my breath
not wanting
to breathe
not wanting
to feel
cold
fill up
my lungs
my heart

I have
forgotten
how to bend
how to touch
the ground
with my
grasping
fingers

It is winter
again

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