Spattering of snow
on dead grass and the lawn chairs-
winter's soft goodbye.

Winter has returned
with racing clouds and dark skies,
like a goth boyfriend.

A dark morning sky
with the promise of lightning
on blue-black canvass.

The sun on my face,
the breeze blowing through my hair-
good to be alive.

Awake in the dark
listening to the raindrops
falling on dead grass.

Amputated trees
fractured bodies swaying
like armless giants.

Black hawk cuts the sky
contrasting with blueness of
late winter silence.