Day Up On The Delta

Blackened sky

Rolls out

Pulling indigo

Higher still.

There is no moon.

Nor glow to guide.

Deep gray pries

Itself from river ice

And reaches up

to follow.

There is no sun.

Nor moment when

A day’s begun.

And finally,

when one can see

Across the river,

Everything

is white.

Rooftops, river ice

Trails and turns

Sky and ground are

interrupted only

By stands of

Willow.

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