Arrival

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I am waiting for the

sky to open,

for the cold to

erupt from the

unsuspecting earth.

It hovers in the

periphery

like a child eavsdropping

on a dark night.

It tiptoes out of

the high recesses

of the above

and settles quiet

on the world.

White blankets

of ice

wrap the earth

in frigid arms

and freeze the tears

that fall from

the dying all around.

It is beauty.

It is death.

The silence beckons

sounds that

won’t arrive until

Spring.