Withered stalks of summer's fruits
incline under cleansing snow,
new shoots stirring even now.
The river groans,
encased in shrieking ice,
reaches for warm seas.
Shamash appears for scant hours
only to sink back, spellbound once more.
Leaden skies belly down
sharing gray with river reflections.
Too-late geese nuzzle brittle crust
in search of food for the next flight.
conscious only of an absence,
each one scanning the skies for company.
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