Winter pulls the blanket tight across November's throat,
and I am learning how to love the cold—
how frost makes lace of every broken thing,
how silence sounds like snow remembering to fall.
The moon hangs low, a silver coin I'll never spend,
and I am rich with all this beautiful disappearing.
~Stacy Stephens
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