A Great Many Signs of a Very Bitter Cold to Come
And how we measured them, how we watched 
the clouds in the morning, watched the soot in our hearths 
for sparks. Wolves more fierce. The air like thorns 
in our eyes. Nails springing from the walls. Our shoes hard 
as bone. How we hoped we were wrong, and knew 
we weren’t. The stones breaking beneath the skin 
of the field. The wild animals trying to get in.
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