towering bare trees
an ominous presence.
I hear click-clacking branches
calling past winter-gray skies
crying out for healing sunshine spring rains
to awaken them from their slumber.
I see street lights on during the day
and crews of men in red trucks.
I guess even streetlights
need to be checked for burnt-out bulbs.
I taste bitter-sweet,
which helps me stay awake
during professional development.
I feel funny
and act like a goof
in order to make time
pass more quickly.