You are a warm front

Here is a bright short poem for your Friday, a gift from our wonderful friend, Karen, in Tennessee. Enjoy:

You and I
by Jonathan Potter


You are a warm front
that moved in from the north,
a blind spot bearing beautiful gifts,
a garden in the air, a golden filament
inscribed with the name of God's hunting dog,
a magic heirloom mistaken for a feather duster,
a fountain in a cow pasture, an anachronistic anagram
annoyed by anonymity, a dollar in the pocket
of a winter coat in summer.


And I am the discoverer of you.