Prairie

There is an openness here
spacious possibility riding on the morning's attempt at dawn
fog and cloud-cover occlude the promise
Sun
somewhere east of the Mississippi...
smug fucker
teasing with cosmic certainty that Spring & warmth will come
after the cranes come
rivers iced in flow & fury gray
sounds tempered against this silver sky
snap-crystal chill of day
this too shall pass
swept up with stars
and the dust of dreams