Thursday, January 14, 2010

Musings on the Cold of January

The old gears no longer turn smoothly
they grind their teeth
every movement an effort.

Blood congeals in the cold
diurnal turning remains exactly the same
it’s only the appearance of slowing.

Even the weakest sunlight warms,
teases out the remnants
of life in the icy core.

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