I herald in the New Year with a sinus infection. My head is as cloudy as the grey January sky, weighted and heavy as lead. There’s a threat of below freezing weather tonight here in the desert so we throw burlap over the tenderest plants in the garden. In a rush, we pick ripe lemons off our sole citrus tree. Their strong tangy scent reminds me of hot days that will be here all too soon. I’ll preserve some of them in salt for cooking, and juice the rest for summer lemonade.
frost on the desert
Brilliant sun melts iced fountain-
birds storm the feeders
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