Heading home light’s light lights a little later
now
painting me toward horizon’s short wall
and stops considering
tired winter encroaching
where it had endlessly
coldly
seemed
always
to quickly bundle and blow out
candles on nightstands
but began to allow
day’s still jacketed child to implore Mom for just a little more
time to paint some
stripes across the bottom of the sky
an index swipe of orange
a middle swish of lightened brown
ring splotched holes of blue
a pinkie splish of pinkened red
thumb swashes of golden yellow
and a palm splash of all to sign a name
for proud refrigerator finger gallery art
heralding Spring soon sprung
hung with magnets of Suns and Moons
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