Sun Returns After gray cloudySkies drape too manydays, stark nude treesstrike harsh cracks intosnow that glistenshills under sun’sreturn. We had faithit would. Still itblinds, a surprise,and a disappointment,when cold remainsfogged by our ownbreathy clouds. Walk in the Field Gnarled shatteredtrees tangle brownunshorn prairiegrass. Wrapped arounda dark rustedmilk can riddledwith bullet holes,brush lines earth’scurve, horizondrawn in … More Three Poems by Richard Dinges, Jr.