Not the worst of days

The fog descends.
Another turning ends.
At least today I glimpsed the sky.
Rode the still frozen road
Across the brittle top,
And emerged from
Valley morning shade
Into a fleeting pool of sun.
Thought back to the knot
Of past and future I began.
Must get on with life.
Some fool wants me for a wife.

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