Heart

A full-drawn well.

A summer-burned creek.

Autumn’s sharp-toothed wind-hound biting.

This frozen iron, tempered

by pounding anvil-hammers.

Gentleness but moss on granite,

Sparkle but hoar-frost

clung lightly to gravestone.

Winter’s weak, watery sun not yet risen.

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