Dark winter morning
Sky lightens to bruised-black-blue
The sun grudges its warmth
Tag: winter
C/older
There aren’t so many rowan trees
In our neighborhood
As there were a few years ago.
The one in our yard
Was cut down
Because the berries made a mess.
I didn’t even know
It was a Rowan
Until it was gone.
I didn’t love it,
Didn’t miss it,
Until I found out its name
Too late
And its orange berries
No longer
Popped color
Against the snow.