Clear and cold, the winter night
obscured the moon. A violet wine
poured through the trees like words
or senseless phrases. The long night
chased the devils out of my sleep
and withered the trees. These words
disappeared as quickly as the wine
that kept me warm. She was asleep
in the turning spectacle of sky.
The clouds moved as the Sun rose
and lazy winter trees stood still.
Clear and cold, the winter sky
revealed a golden planet rising
between tall trees standing still.
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