By Laurie Evans-Dinneen
Morning fog. Iced raindrops on my car
bedazzle its midnight blue hue.
Winter is trying to make its presence known,
but we’ve grown to like a long Fall.
Deniers, all, in our light raincoats, heels
or Xtratufs still flat on hard pavement.
Rounding the corner to campus, fog clears
to expose the robes of thick white peaks against
a crisp blue dawn at mid-morn: Winter’s icy palette –
as if to say, yes, yes, I am here, and I am near.
