Winter's shimmering, sparkling whitenes
Lay cloaked in layers of softness
On the mountains of Sangre de Cristo
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The chorus of hungry, yipping coyotes howl
In desperation as the deer in knee-deep snow
Search for food in frozen ground.
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Survival clings to the frosty night while life
Hangs on a thread of uncertainty.
Cold holds no heat and darkness holds no light.
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The wintry winds blow clean the thoughts
That purge the soul, leaving the frost-bitten 
Silent space to feel the cold.
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Warmed by the crackling fire, I embrace the solitude
My kitten's limber form curled in innocence
Cuddles against my legs, content.
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Silence fills the space of nothingness
Acknowledging that books worn from use
Have outlived their usefulness.
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In the emptiness of space and the absence of shadow
The fire's red, hot embers consume and purify
Changing form into a formless state.
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The Divine Alchemist within where inner silence prevails
Transforms darkness into Light, creating peace,
Harmony and tranquillity- the music of the spheres.