all the way to work
whistling the same ten notes
thanks, Charlie Brown
all the way to work
whistling the same ten notes
thanks, Charlie Brown
budding in the east
crimson bleeds across the sky
the sun’s crown breaks through
late November blooms
spared the indignity
dying ugly
even through thin clouds
first sunrise seen in six days
lift soggy spirits
sound of steady drip
from trees and rooftops
frozen rain thawing