the hill-dropped antlers
by the stone the branch
that cracked and fell
to cold are husks that crown
black winter's year
but still the splendid burst that sleeps
the voice of gold within
the creek that runs
beneath the snow
beneath your feet
though wind tears leaf
from limb and strips the light from
dwindled days
you keep the sun, a yolk
a sulphur flint to strike the green ablaze
by the stone the branch
that cracked and fell
to cold are husks that crown
black winter's year
but still the splendid burst that sleeps
the voice of gold within
the creek that runs
beneath the snow
beneath your feet
though wind tears leaf
from limb and strips the light from
dwindled days
you keep the sun, a yolk
a sulphur flint to strike the green ablaze
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