Gray Sky Reflection

Coffee’s steam curls toward the drafty window
as I sit and watch the spruce boughs
bobbling in the wind.

The barn sits heavy on the greening ground
as the gunmetal sky presses down
waiting to rain.

Leaf buds on roses turn toward the light
as Spring makes its way northward
warming the daffodils.

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