Fourteen Below

Sun rising in the east
(where else)
Slowly reaching past the house
The mica trees light up
With frosted branches
Glinting, speckled with birds
Trying to warm their matchstick legs
Fool’s diamonds sparkle in the snow
Breath
Falls out
Of mouth
In puffy clouds
Shocked at the ferocity
Of this gently dawning day

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