taking a pause this day: writing instead of watching
It’s certainly winter.
Winter sits right there on the wall calendar-
January.
It sits outside, too. I see it through the window,
that snow spurt of flakes
that snarls the morning traffic.
It diminishes by nine,
clouds drift east, sunshine takes over.
It’s January, yet the mercury climbs
to fifty, no sixty, maybe sixty-five?
I’m being teased by weather gods,
a January trick.
Sweeping outside, I stoop along the walks
to check the beds.
It’s tempting to imagine a bit of green.
Of course, that would be the second trick!
It’s really winter;
I need to wait a little longer
for spring.
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