Winter sky
The winter sky looks on and dreams
of warmer times of grass and streams.
It scowls along from here to there
and broods about the goods it bears.
A snowflake here, or sleeting rain:
its harvest leads us to complain.
But there’s a secret that it knows:
just past the edge of winter grows
a bright new face to give us joy
when spring does winter sky deploy.
By Rob Hueniken