A short break:

billowing golden-peach
clouds and flowing blue
sky in the afternoon sun, laying

the radiant backdrop
to a gliding falcon, cutting 
through winter’s brisk air

like the little sailboat I rode
last summer. the lake is calm,
the wind runs her fingers through my hair

a reminder to my weary eyes
that summer comes and goes,
this trouble will not last

and then, 
back to work.