Quick Look

I forgot it could be blue up there,
that when clouds
move aside, even in winter
it's electric blue.

Those crows
still holstered in the trees
now appear
conspicuous black
instead of blending like shadows.

The dosed year
shows signs of icy petals slipping
apart, barely
in the afternoon sunlight.

Sunlight in winter strikes,
an alluring stranger
who knows she is out afterhours
and cares.