Cold Plunging by Kristin Yates

One Poem Only · Dec 30, 2025 · 1m

Cold Plunging

Kristin Yates

Breath leaves my lips

like a bird, and

I feel the cardinals

and the chickadees

and the cold

in my hands

sing.

I become the shiver

of saying it:

I love you

enough

to let you live.

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