the friday before

well the setting sky was stripey, cool rose and surreallean blue. the cool was quiet, just three quiet geese humbled around a patch of grassy thaw. all quiet, all secure, for now.

the powder became sticky slush. someone made a word for the dirtsnow, but i have forgotten it.

today i spoke of spring, and i believe it will be bold. gusto green and flashy yellow. a vibrant boast of life.

but that is later, this now is still and waiting for the storm to come next. the snow so unknown in the past ten years. but i remember snow.

bring on the alberta clipper, yo.



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