water warrants, by its winding: burning is a brand of binding.
wendigo whispers on the wing: skinning skies soothes star[v]ing’s sting.
willow waves in winter wild: choices chisel chief from child.
in the white between day and night, the acolyte is winnowhittled. waking, muscles aching, he’s acclimated by as much as he’s be[en]littled.