Shadow of Winter

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Standing steadfast in this Shadow of Winter,

   staring up at a pitch-black yet star-filled Sky,     contemplating the vastness of The Universe

   and my puny place in it
Chill seeps into my bones,

   I practice feeling neither hot nor cold
Coyote howls - a midnight snack for the pack

   

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allets's picture

Nice Setting

Enjoyed the poet's "puny" designations. Felt it.