Most winter mornings
The cold blue light gives way to lightening skies
Most winter mornings the respite comes
This winter morning light flickers
Before extinguishing
Through a patchwork sky
In flickering array
Cloud studded and ever moving
Landscape of grey
Building and growing
Swelling to fill the wideness of
Big skies
Fingers of spent wind
Clawing the branches of tired trees
Stark is the warning of more to come
Gusts exceeding 50mph
Will rise to 90
Foreboding words
To brace and heed.
Birds are silent
Senses sharp.
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