This morning the wind got under my coat.
A cold wind, a late winter remnant.
Spring is not distant now and it’s a sure
thing that coats, hats and scarves will
soon be in the dark of the closet.
From tall reeds a blue heron lifted
its ungainly wings becoming an angel
in flight, following a narrow stream
deftly tipping, dodging branches making
a smooth passage through the shushing
wind, this late winter remnant.
Near the end of the trail the parking
lot was crowded as I finished my walk.
Men, women and several small children
headed for the playground, too many
for this work day. But
they tried
to enjoy our cool sunshine in spite
of the harsh wind, a late winter remnant.
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