For a long time the air was cold.
Brisk and unrelentingly shrill
stark and harsh daily
Everything felt depressed and heavy.
I want to love the winter
with its gray skies and white blankets
and yet
the evocation of solace is sometimes too hard to bear.
Looking outside my window now
I see greens and blues and lilacs
even the sickening yellow dust that shrouds everything
is warming
inviting
hopeful
The sun has cast a light and run off the shadows
at least outside
through that window