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Contributor: J.K. Durick

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This morning makes promises --
The light blue sky, the early sun,
The gentle touch of cold in the air.

Even our words are tempered
Made smooth and softened by
The mood of things to come.

Spring seems too obvious to
Mention in this. The birds and
Squirrels have said that already.

There’s joy in this, and a joy to
Come. There’s calmness in it,
A dropping away of care, and

Happy memories – my sons
Tromping outside, to become
Angels, forever in the snow.

Snowmen, snowballs, and sliding:
They’re all here this morning --
The past, present, and future blending.

I have been, am, and will be here for
Some time to come. This isn’t the first
Day, or the last – just another day,

A mid-point in something that seems
Not so bad this morning – the sky,
The sun, the slight chill in the air.

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J. K. Durick is a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Pyrokinection, Record, Yellow Chair Review, Eye on life Magazine, and Haikuniverse.


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