Nothing ends here
in the rush of the bitter wind
over the snowdrifts.
I have forgotten
the last call of the birds
as they left.
The rocks are bare
and sleek with white ice.
I stare at the ring light of ice
around the sun every morning.
The stars at night are endless.
The letter to me
from the one before me
says the winter goes on forever
and that I must stay.
But I need only my breath
as it leaves my body.
I no longer need
the weight of the earth
to travel.
I will build a ship
from ice
and the black pebbles
along the frozen river.
– Copyright Kay Winter
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