Purple tinge colors the winter sky
As the sun descends
And the day ends.
Barren branches create
Patterns above my head.
They creak in the bitter wind.
Quiet screams.
Isolation and cold surround me,
But I’m not lonely
and I’m not scared.
We anticipate.
We dread.
We avoid.
But it comes in the end.
Time is relentless.
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