There is beauty in the cold wind
that blows the frosted yard
Hard grass that breaks beneath feet
Hands are blue and dry
Spade breaks dirt
It won't grow yet
It will wait for spring and sun
Dead seed
twin to the love in your heart
I shiver on the front porch
waiting for that thawing warmth
So I can move again
So the ice shard in my heart melts
You will see one day
Maybe it will be fifteen winters from now
But you will see
And I will be an old man
Old and possibly uglier
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