12/21/2016 0 Comments A Child of the DuskI am a child of the dusk
Just preceding a first snow Clear Soft pinks and lavender Errant clouds accented by the gold of the sun Yet still prone to greys and blue Stark, black shadows and silhouettes. I am of those too. I am of Buffalo’s November air, Transforming clouds over hours of time Cumulus Bringing snow and winter Bringing night Bringing the hopes for the sparkle of a morning frost Beautiful, biting with light, frozen breaths of severe reality, I am both the light and the the heavy, the dark. I am hope and despair. I will shake the bones of the fragile And exercise excitement in the lungs of the hot blooded. But mostly, I am entirely indifferent to any concentrated, thawing efforts.
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