Liminal Winter

It’s too gorgeous
Not to endure,
A day like this,
Bare as winter,

Warm as mid-spring.
The solitaires
Calling from bronzed
Juniper crowns,

Each one its own,
Where do they get
So much chutzpah?
Where do they get

Enough water
In such weather?
Dusky berries.
Blue forever.