The steel beds of winter

Upon the beds of grass
are the simple reliefs of solitude
each sleepy moment
a victory entrenched in nature

The horizon of old trees
cold preserving life
holding onto the land
steeped in wintry night

I sprawl without care
in the throes of the season’s grasp
gazing at the stars through frozen breath
back stretched against the hardened mud

The constellations in the sky are vast
sprinkled without order
winter seeps into the surroundings
whisking away passing breath

I lay in the arms of the season
coddled by wind and ice
silenced by a sequence of heartbeats
and the reflections the moon recites

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