This is the 5th version of the poem, and I'd appreciate your comments,
however brief [tho not brutal!]:
Approaching Cold
you are my earthy god
my winter-worn tree
whose blood has never climbed
or clasped a woman's soul
before me
you detach each leaf
in sundown hurry
open my branches to the river
trade my fears
for your snow-warm arms
I shiver
and wrap my skin in yours
that we may not die
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jbalizsprince
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