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Wintry Musings:

In the shadow of loves loss,

I feel the death of leaves, of ashes,

Blowing across my face.

As the fire burns,

I taste the salt of death in which I am alone and so sweetly connected

With the beloved.

All I have loved,

And tasted in their sweetness and their joy.

All I have loved,

Filling me with cries of sadness and of grief.

Weep upon the altar that is spring,

Dance with me again, this night,

Until dawn.

You, my loves, you ghosts,

Are my guests tonight.