This one is from Winter 2000:
Storm clouds give way to
the entrance of another day
The wind is just right--
subtle & secure in its natural might
Animals sensing the winter
begin their foraging
Factions splinter & explore
the season's voyage into
uncharted depths of grey
The cold is incorrigible
& shakes me down to my
dilapidated shoes
The threat of rain makes me drown
in a habitation of blues
Whatever is in front of me
is whatever I choose to see
I say to her:
"One day you'll see
that we should've followed the rules
a little more loosely"
Who's to say what winter grey
will bring us tomorrow,
tonight or today?
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