Yesterday was as grey as the bowl of an old soup spoon. Rain fell intermittently, making the earth look as drab and miserable as the sky above it. Last night a bullying wind herded the clouds eastward leaving a sky freckled with stars. Now the sun is shining, gilding the bare treetops and turning the clouds lemon yellow at the edges. The little snow that fell last week is gone and the green grass and warmer temperatures make it look and feel more like spring than winter.
I am compiling my poetry into books for family Christmas gifts. Here's one for you.
Birds weave the morning light.
the day grows down
to dusk and night,
and I, the watcher,
won't be here
again until the breaking year.
My best wishes to you all for a happy holiday season!