The sky is powder blue
The sun, unnaturally bright
A silver disk of light
Melting the few remaining patches of dirty snow
There is a buzz in the air
And birdsong
The feeling of spring, and joy
At its early return.
The sky is powder blue
The sun, unnaturally bright
A silver disk of light
Melting the few remaining patches of dirty snow
There is a buzz in the air
And birdsong
The feeling of spring, and joy
At its early return.
It is cold outside, but the sun is shining
The sky is striped, blue and white
I can feel the cold coming, seeping through the windows
The sun’s light through wavey glass
Snow clings to the limbs of my tree
Each flake a tiny prism from which the sun light leaps
And there is hope, today in America…there is hope
The floorboards are creaking above me
A reminder that I do not really live alone
Kitty is curled up in a ball on the couch
I hear the deep rumble of engine outside
Small branches swaying in the light breeze
Dark slender finger, against the pale sky
There is laughter somewhere down the block
People are walking outside, riding bikes
There is no snow on the ground, no ice
It is warm for Minneapolis in December