it was a pink sky
tinged with sadness when you left.
yet phoenix returns.
earth
hope is the day
the stretching of morn.
the slowly opening eyes.
the beauty of hope.
wet duvet
a shower of snow
shaking out white wet feathers.
i hear the ducks squawk.
runny days
the day’s soft underbelly
warm like strong whiskey.
soft as comfort.
early mourning
in the pocket of morning
i see the frost give up the ghost
and hear mute birds sing.
prairie dogs
black track divided.
yellow stalks tall sentinels.
snow on the journey.