Two years ago I wrote this. And I find it appropriate once again...
The sky is surprisingly beautiful, considering it is shrouded in winter.
Cumulonimbus.
They are black and ominously swirling about the city, infused with colors without a name.
Blue and grey and white do not define the heavens as they warn of winter cold and storms approaching.
I count the empty nests outside my window; one perched between those once hidden limbs, two thrust upwards as sacrifices to the gods of frost and change.
The blue jays have all flown south,
have left me here alone in Seattle,
yet their navy feathers remain as shades in the sky, as shadows under the clouds that bring me snow and rain and sleet.
Currently listening to: About Today by The National
xoxo
Caitlin
caitlinboyd72@gmail.com
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