A Winters Day

It’s warm this winter morning–
too warm.
Down by the river,
the sky is full of bright blue sucker holes
with no hint of the deluge
to come.

Still,
it is a lovely sky
with great low mounds of
gunmetal gray clouds
tufted with bright patches
of promise,
sewn there to winter over
like hard red wheat.

Today, I will believe what
in the sun I loved
and watch the sand runnels
form like tubers on the beach
waiting to hold the sky
and take it seaward.

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