Have you seen them?
Sandwiched between dreary-doldrum days they pop up here and sometimes there.
Just when the gray threatens to swallow us — whole — they break through.
Even in the season of crippling cold and brittle bones
These glimpses of hope — these cyan beauties — surprise and delight.
Not the kind of miserable melancholy that binds and casts us down
But the brilliant steel-blue that eagerly meets the landscape of stark white
What if we look at winter blues in a brand new light?