~ January Skies ~
Silver webbed clouds,
And blue ...blue... blue
Converge on the earth
unreservedly
White winged clouds
Of January skies
Float like glass orbs
And spiral into a talisman
For my heart to wear proudly…
I wear it reverently, humbly
I watch the primeval
And swift emergence
Of a Northern wind
It follows on the haunches of
Those spun sugar wisps…
Those cotton candy clouds
Come out of the house...
Look into the January sky
And dream a bit…
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