…The words turn about the axis (V) On the fence…

Empty skies
Tall as trees
Higher even

Grass armoury
Sharp, thriving
Fencing pert and ne’er uneven

Frosty air abound
Confidently goes to ground
Where was I

I couldn’t recall…

Bracing aside
Astride the divide
Or perhaps in tow

Boundary leaps horizon
Pacing matches
Fast behind me as I go

Charming cold familiar
Light and curiosity abandon
Dark draws near

I didn’t follow…

Paradigm for kindling
At the very least, I’m warm

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