winter poem

silent wild fury
   descends from deep heights
quiet I stand
   made of secrets
   woven of desire fear music stories
      almost blind
   wonder at the grand firs
      pressed down with white
   so weary of the weight
at a slight wind
   powder cascades
      from some high branch
      in a silent explosion
   a salty tear
      born of cold
      born of wonder
      born of secret pain
         born of mystery like the stars
      washes its path down my whitened face

I move on through the thick deep silence
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