Soft icicles form
Chill seizes fresh warm blood
Congealing the cells
A rusted chain creaks
Cold hail rains on the ground
Slowing everything
The mountain stands proud
Coarse gold patches struggling
To hide its baldness
Dew clings to moonlight
Damp creeps down the grass blades
Vanquished by the sun
Shoulders hunch over
Shielding vital organs
From arctic assault
Moth in a brick crack
Soft, powdered wings huddle
seeking survival
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