IMPROVISATION #325
CLOUDS

Clouds fill
a snowy February dawn
by the half-dark trees
rising over the Vermont
at this time of year
woods still open to frost
sharing the Montpelier breeze
with ice fishermen
originally from Lisbon
visiting a poet in his shed
along the sandy river banks
thanking me
for the warm cheese croissants
my aunt baked for them
in her Bread and Breakfast.