Full Moon, sinking back behind Earth
as i spin with arms outstretched,
taking the frigid air in deeply
and releasing plumes of heat
that tickle as they freeze my tousled hair,
unkempt as always,
the Madman Across the Water,
the Walker in the Woods
Needing peace today.
the quiet of the morn is not enough...
need to feel the air,
the bark, rough against my hands
Nature, calls me back...
"come let me hold you close
in my Winter embrace..."
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