that's mrs. mediocrity to you

winter came early this year

and i walked
into the forest

away from the bother
of dust and detritus

clawed a hole
large enough
to hold forgiveness

and left it empty
for the bear still living there

it is not time to scry
with memories that lie

that season of all seasons has ended

now is the time
for journey and joy

with snowflakes
hiding blemish
and the pale impermanence of beauty

the moon sits low
on this frozen horizon

and she is my only

destination

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