Frost’s bony fingers
Beckon us toward the light,
Remind us of warmth.
Frozen lava, heart imprisoned,
Groaning ‘neath its bitter chains.
Winter threatens its extinction,
Freezing hope that dares remain.
Volcanism’s flow resurges,
Only to be petrified;
Magma’s tender chambers stiffen,
lock the gift of warmth inside.
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