by Jessamyn Rains
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We stand apart like winter
trees, fixed and frozen
in our unspoken grief,
while time seems like a bitter wind
blowing through our branches.
I once despaired at scenes like these,
But now I see—through bending boughs—
wide stillnesses: and feel
a bit of rose and gold
in the corner of the cold sky.