Poem: Illusion

Bromegrass breaks stubbornly

through ice-crusted snow

fighting silently

branches sighing

beside me.

The air smells of rainy evergreens and

for a moment

I think the clouds part for us

baring sun-kissed azure

but it’s only the breeze

nature’s tongue

scolding us back inside.

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