Nothing novel

 

Cloud cover sans moisture 

We tolerate the heavy grey

Days like this until relief

Think the last of winter will be brief 

Completely still as we look out.

Nothing moves.

Not a fresh breath breaks stillness.

Not track of hooves

People get ready, song by Curtis Mayfield.

I asked to write with him 

He said he writes alone.

Curtis mayfield  1942 - 1999

9:53 a car went by.