I'll let winter speak
in its own slow cadence.
Walk at its pace.
And listen for what it utters—
with unrehearsed patient attention.
In this pared‑back season,
your strongest lines
may yet arrive quietly,
asking only that you notice them.
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Comments1
arqios, you nailed it. Thank you for writing it down.
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