Time-January
Tumbling
across the rocks,
the river flows
between the awakening skies,
reflected
in shimmering pools,
mirrored,
in the passing glimpses
of her dawn
filled,
and trembling eyes,
for January stretches
longer,
the minutes
lengthening
each of the passing days,
the nights,
shrinking
back into darkness,
winter bites
into a frozen earth,
blinded by her gaze.
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