Rising from the smoke stack into the morning sky
like the darkest ink spilling out onto a delicate page
an errant stain on a watercolor painting.
Further along the horizon, beautiful hues of coral and
cerulean blend and separate with smoothing brush strokes of titanium white,
broken only by spindly naked branches
stretching skyward as though hoping for the warmth of sunlight.
Today they would be disappointed. My breath hangs visibly in the air,
forming and dissipating clouds with every exhale.