Like a great black cloth torn
ragged on one edge
thrown across the sky
the storm front moving in.

And in the clear light of
the sunrise still twinkling
stars in innocence shine.

That torn ragged edge looked
just like the light catching the edge
of a photographers drape
cloth...the kind that they used
 to use with the old box cameras.

The light blue of sunrise sky
beyond and coming down
to white cream yellow
at the horizon line
with the faintest blush of pink
to say that the sun is on its way.

In that light blue still twinkle stars unaware that they should be gone. It was....

The storm has arrived with
 gentle white snow that can't make up
it's mind about whether to rain
or drift in slowly

(it is so warm, almost shirt sleeve weather.)