Premonition

There is an
uneasy peace

in the grey
dusks

that fall

on the
winter-edge of spring.

Those first
days may

blossom summer-rose
sunsets

but winter
can still

chill that
color ash.                                   
           

There is an disquieting
peace

in the boundless
reach of dark clouds heavy across this evening sky

draping frost
on the shadowed trees 

shuttering spring.