About the low grey clouds she says:


Every time November comes in
cold, dark and brown (matching the leaves),
the geese fly south and you stop calling.

 

About the clear blue sky she says:


January mornings that are this sunny can't be trusted
it is fake sunshine (lighting up the wine bottles on my windowsill)
masking the windchill.  

 

Regarding a midnight sky in April she says:     

                                                 Yeah, from here, it looks like a trillion stars but,                                                                                  

      I bet there is a guy like you up there lying to somebody

 

 

 

 

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