The Winter Grounds
I implore
gaze out over hills
and twiny towers of bear trees.
Winter on the grounds
is a frozen, frosted gallery
of stories and the past
of what magic and spells
the curious can cast.
I beseech
see the small sea -
water still as the growing, greying skies.
the icy, twisted grounds
are bound to a long and livid season.
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