Silver sunrise
for twenty twenty
Sky mist swirls
into distinct shapes.
Blue skies now silhouette tall trees-
trunks, branches, twigs...
with birds that sing as our sky decides
to (momentarily) be a thunderous dark grey
Only long enough to crystallize
a scattering of celebratory snow flurry
poem copyright ©2020 Anne Selden Annab
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