I was getting away the last couple of days or so from the spirit of small attentions. The first thing that caught my eye this morning as I woke, were the high dark clouds, and beneath them the lightening sky.

January 14

night lifts itself, slow,
from early morning sky
black segues to paler black,
then grey.

by ten, blue breaks
through clouds, ending the white
that has fallen on the roof for days.

Carol A. Stephen