Saturday, February 2, 2008


Oh, clear blue so beautiful
this winter morning.
All through the moon's invisible crossing
we watched for snow,
a little change in the wind,
a decrease by degrees,
but dawn revealed a sky of colors
rose turning to robin egg,
the only white a thin gauze
high in the atmosphere.
And when the clouds steal in,
thicken, and warm the sky,
the ground stays the ground.


Premium T. said...

Ah, I hear the longing for spring in the robin's egg....

Joannie said...

And yet, right now, a few flakes of snow are straggling down from the sky.