The Season of Heroes

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The frosted trees tell a story that repeats

every nine months, when the first flakes fly,

when the water hardens,

when the grey skies bring a soft darkness

that cradles us with the warm glow of past seasons,

that first morning when you see and feel your breath on your face,

when a sheet of the night’s frigidity coats every surface,

the story of winter, the brutality of immortals, the season of heroes.