It grows ever warmer
tonight in the rain.
Winter drops drip and fall
like crystals off the electrical wires.
Expect the peak at midnight
of this temperature inversion.
Cold and crusty by day,
ice cracking underfoot.
Then some strange relief
of eerie evening heat.
When the wind blows backward
and the clouds travel in opposite directions,
and we know that spring lurks
sleeping just under the surface,
I can let you know
that my tomorrows are untold.
Time is just unfolding
like following a meandering river.
Sometimes we strive to try to swim upstream.
Other times we let it go, and float down slowly.
Tonight the gutters are running in rivulets,
the rain is pooling between the snow.