Swiftness of death stopping woodpeckers knock
We aghast breathless can only observe in shock
The blizzard opens the wood then closes and locks
Winter wind bounces among the boughs it rocks
A river half frozen it's water's empty
The freeze bears down before the digits point midnight
Life source still under ice awaits spring's full might
The last of death offered to the northern lights
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