With smoke low in the chill air
Hanging as a gentle
reminder
To say the season of cold
has not given up yet on us.
Seeping under poorly sealed windows and laying outside is a
thick ocean of chill ether
Biting and bracing it reminds us of the reality of the north
in March.
I long for warmth as much as
I long for clarity.
I long for a predictable
season as much as I long
For a predictable life.
I snap a photograph of
coming night
Maybe in the overly
hot days of August the blue dark image remind me of the coolness of spring
And the wonderful
smell of smoke
Lights are on now
This walk is done.
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