the morning leans open
mild as an April
yet here we sit in mid-November
it should be brisk--snap--brittle--chill
but it is this
this portal of spring stranded against the softest blue blue sky
pressed between the panes of summer & frost
forty-eight degrees and rising
riding
a rolling south breeze teasing leaves golden brown
everything is a golden brown ... amber hued
this
the blue jay circling the hackberry tree knows the truth
knows the magic of this brilliant morning
who knew there could be this shade of blue
mild as an April
mild as an April
yet here we sit in mid-November
it should be brisk--snap--brittle--chill
but it is this
this portal of spring stranded against the softest blue blue sky
pressed between the panes of summer & frost
forty-eight degrees and rising
riding
a rolling south breeze teasing leaves golden brown
everything is a golden brown ... amber hued
this
the blue jay circling the hackberry tree knows the truth
knows the magic of this brilliant morning
who knew there could be this shade of blue
mild as an April
