. . .rain turns to snow then back again indecisions balanced on an almost spring afternoon while the sky heavy with winter light darkens like a shade drawn in a sick room how time fills then empties once again I am running so far behind losing that foothold caught in a backslide pulled by a growth that is not growth--the flower fades before it blooms--as I watch this almost spring light thinly film up the room as rain turns to snow turns to rain . . .
watching car headlights reflected on wet cement winter rainbow