[cento]

I put on my overcoat and walked into winter '
Even my shadow was blue with cold,
As the frost on windows shattered, shooting out stars.

The smile of iceboxes annihilates me '
Snow in fat, hand stuffed flakes
Falls to the sea, slow and steady.

Your image in my eyes; dry frost:
Risk opening it to feel the ice hit your iris,
Amongst dark ' star gleaming leaves.

The sky empties itself of colour '
This dark ceiling without a star:
Like a Christmas tree naked of needles.

Cars on slippery slops are stuck '
Shinycold and as taut as plumskin:
Overexposed like an x-ray.

Decorating his shroud of shifting snow '
Its endless glitter is mesmeric,
For hours the snow will fall like rhythm '
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