A colder morning, ten degrees
below zero. Scattered clouds,
pale blue sky, orange hue in horizon
the herald of the coming bright
sunlight. Light and cold air,
winter's conjoined twins,
always together until spring
comes shivering in the morning
frost, before abundant sun
melts the glimmering white.
Two months to that, now
the white snow reigns and will shine
in the cold hours of the lengthening
day, when the winter in its middle-age
has cast away its gray cloak, taking
on a golden robe of solar weave.
So cold hours, bright hours,
air will be deep blue; gazing
up you could think it's the azure
sky of early summer days, if not
for the vapour of your breathing
telling it's the cold, deep sky
at the height of winter months,
and the spring of warm rays
and long rains waiting
on the arms of April.
13.02.2025
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