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Twenty below zero takes over feelings inside
like blue dye lurking through
a glass of fresh water.
Frost climbs black spruce
as rays of sun peek barely rising
above the icy horizon
leaving an iridescent glow.
Frozen air is crisp and blank of smell
but carries the sound of a snapped twig,
ravens scream at one another
like my fingers screaming they are freezing.
The yellow bus will save me
from this frozen hell seeping in.