As I Return Home

Sun breaks through the gray;
(Isn't it always this way?)
And the gray returns.

 

The snow is waiting;
Hidden in the gray clouds--
Imminent presence.

 

White horns in dark barn--
Olivia tosses head
Munching on her hay.

 

Walker with cell phone
Passes trees, fields and chickens
Focused on her ear.

Under muted skies
Stream mirrors become clearer;
Dimness makes brightness.

 

Patches of blue
Give an instant of sunlight.
Just a reminder.

 

Soft old mullein plant
Grows next to the Stump Buddies--
Winter settlement.

 

My tread is lighter
Climbing the upward road bend
As I return home