Morning abase – gritty yellow trident.
Piercing – penetrating to lift thick gray.
Glazed dome ever more lights the sky.
The sphere renews winter white drear.
Mother places the frying pan on burner.
Flips crapes to brown the pasty white.
Slithery suckers appease the emptiness.
“Fill’s the hole,” stepfather liked to say.
Typical weather for a mid-January day.
Winter welcomes a homestead’s ways.
Much like cocoa warms and will soothe.
Sparrows await Mother’s morn-n meal.
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