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A Mystical Late Winter Sky

A chinook from the south, brings warmth to the breeze

Naked limbs whip gently, on thin skeletal trees

Like a dagger of crystal, a jagged icicle thaws

As Mother Nature obeys, her own unwritten laws

The earth has lain dormant, for a season or so

Now hear the faint trickle---of cold melting snow

Like veins in a leaf, miniature rivers are formed

Carving canyons minute, in wheat fields, sun warmed

Soon the dry gulch runs swollen, with turbulent waters of mud

I examine the wild bush---and see it’s starting to bud

It’s a month yet away, the vernal equinox

Geese wing their way north, I’ve seen several flocks

The robin has returned, she will construct a new nest

And---the sky seems so---strange---as I glance to the west

There’s a mystery painted, upon this late winter’s sky

It’s a little bit---different, and---I don’t understand why

The sun just slid down, it’s gone to bed for the night

And there on the low skyline---is a thin slash of white light

It always happens in February--- about the last ten days

Thin clouds smear the horizon, streaked with lavender grays

Why does this sky seem so puzzling---a phenomena rare

I’m engulfed with a chill, while I stand there and stare

In a trance, mesmerized, I gaze and ponder

Does this signal spring---it sure makes me wonder

Under the cloak of dusk, fades this picturesque scene

Crisp evening air lingers, with a fragrance pristine

Yes, all of these things, they do catch mine eye

When the month of February---brings it’s mystical sky

Arley M. Bischoff

 

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