The elements
are murky,
diffused,
misaligned.
A dim
warm gray day
melting
dim gray snow
into a dim gray
puddle
foggy as
my dim gray
winters'-end
window.
I know better,
but am of an
inclination
to view, dimly,
all of these as
layered omens
in a dim gray
scrying glass
incapable
for the moment
of crystalizing
or clarifying
or focussing
lifegiving light.
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This is SO March. It is hard to believe better, and brighter days are ahead...but they are. Don't give up Coyote!
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