A Winter Poem

blackbird scratch beneath a grey blanket sky,
and I stare in wonder at winter in the desert,
cool breeze bite and nip at my wings,
eery calm carry me high above,

this psuedo-cold dances on my skin,
and my soul awakens to its rhythm,
what wonderful white-less winter awaits,
and my pen recalls its first love,

the stillness a gift from the Creator,
gloom filled serenity creeps through midday,
i stand quietly in chilled abeyance,
the season begins its descent,

big sky enters and holds us in,
wrapped up in the enormity of the clouds,
i have snuggled up in its rescue,
no concern for where summer went.