Saturday, February 18, 2012

Cold feet

It's hard not to get cold feet
in the gray,
in the waiting,
when the fire of creation
dims and chills
and tears of frustration
muddy the paint
and wash out all the color.
Sometimes all you can do
is hunker down and wait:
fluff out your feathers
against the cold
squint your eyes
against the wet
tuck your wings in close
and brace against the wind.

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