Upon Being Released from the Amber:

 
Clouds pressing downward
A heavy night wool spreading 
its blackened edges
inward and outward with ease
A swarm of rain escapes now
 
Seen in the distance
against swirling steel grey sky
A cotton white whisp
tunneling to root and star
Clicking slippers drives me home
 
Resetting the clock
takes breath, sight, and memory 
the dawn burns for dusk–
greets a kaleidoscopic 
Winter intravenously 
 
©️Winter Dawn Burns