The first sun in sixty days.
The faintest trace of peach in the sky.
I like how Patricia Fargnoli describes it in February Pre-Dawn: a “thin line of apricot sky in the west / beyond the crisscrossed / trunks of trees”.
From the poem February 29 by Jane Hirshf…
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