Winter Ground

I am the dying
Winter ground
The muddy brown
The wet gray
At night
A frozen stone
Pitch dark
When the cold front
Numbs the pain
And grace falls all over
White blanketing
Black and blue
A pure crystal snow cover
Reflecting
Your moonlight
Off the welt
Of each bruise

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