moods of early February’s sky

moods of early February’s sky

winter, watercolor sky surrounds

my seventh floor apartment

giving me perspective beyond

residential rooftops now glittering

frost and the west hills of the city

glistening in patches of white

gray-blue demanding that i find

my paints in unopened boxes and

attempt to capture on rough paper

the moods of early February’s sky

and distant, evergreen hills

overcome

emotional blow bowed me to rest

my head on the chair back in front of me

i could not stand up without my son

holding me as i sobbed

my Ted had flown in from the Midwest

as a surprise set up with the family

not seeing him for a year

or more at a time

i knew the hunger of longing

but had not realized how the deep

the pining ached until he held me

in his arms