When fear is just a laugh

pine

The bitterness of a Capricorn moon

bites at me like the first snow,

knocking me over where the coyotes run.

But it’s different now,

when fear is just a laugh,

when death is just a phase.

The great expanse of snow-covered land

rolls in gentle hills

while I stand my ground.

I’m not afraid,

I whisper into the wind.

A sliver of moon hides mysteriously

while we are plastered with walls of snow.

And it’s okay.

Hidden in the ice

is the seed of life,

waiting to nourish us.

 

 

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