January 30th

I taste sunshine
in the dead of winter
light
breaking through.

I hear trees communicating
developing telepathy underground,
while to my left, telephone polls
still dot the landscape.

Surreal clouds
waves of blue and white.
Their striping
doesn’t seem normal.

I sense,
however,
scientists could
explain it.

I feel cold.
Cute shoes
did not outwit
winter.

1-30-2017