On hazy days with speckled clouds
with snowfall's burnished brown
that thaws along the roadway
in murky muddles, sienna streams.
The sheltered sun dims behind
the charcoal filtered sky,
and awaits the change of western winds
like frosted figurines.
Images in the distant dance
like blustering deviled dust,
foliage freed from winter's bind
with whirring, sibilant screams.
And though the winds swagger such
the sun remains a Gothic gray,
Bedded behind the mottled mist
as hopes, left unseen.
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