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Sunday morning dawned
crisp and cold, an Alberta
Clipper blowing all night,
a howling wind bitter enough

to freeze eyeballs in sockets.

But the wailing squall
left behind in its wake
one of those beautiful

mid-winter days

one never forgets.
With not an iota
of moisture in the air,

the heavens a pristine azure,

the temperature settled
right around ten degrees,
with a valiant sun

gracing the sky

all morning,
doing its best
to warm things up,

enough for the heavens

to remain crystal-blue all day,
clear as far as the eye could see,
not a cloud in the sky.




              ~~~

First published in WestWard Quarterly / Winter 2014

http://www.wwquarterly.com/