Winter
There is a moment
or more
in winter
when spring’s blooms
are uncertain,
clouds suddenly cover the sky.
A woman pulls her scarf tight
and a man pulls his chin down.
A child breathes on the pane.
And paints.
All nature
waits.
There must be lesson.
I search for it now.
Copyright © Douglas Brown | Year Posted 2022
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