Bitter cold. Stiff wind. Nose bleed. The dogs choose the
shorter trail. Hummingbird nest in an umbra of twigs. Paperwasp nest in a cloud
of berry canes. Both empty. In the snow, a drop of blood. In the distance,
suspended above the brown fluff of goldenrod, a nebula of winterberry, cheerful
and bright.
Fill your lungs with clean,
cold air—grateful for the fire
burning back at home.
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