Tuesday, April 15, 2014



The skyscape today is purely a haze,
Which matches my mood, kind of a daze,
I decide right then it's one of those days,
When I want to curl up and read a book.

Because that sky outside is a pewter grey,
And I love that lovely mysterious way,
That the clouds reach up and seem to say,
"We're all in this together."

Not a hint of blue, but an overshadowing fog,
Which for once - happily - isn't just smog,
And outside my window is my neightbor's dog,
who I swear can smile.

Sweet, sweet sky with your sheltered sun,
The streaking sky, like smoke from a gun,
Your glorious beauty never fails to stun,
And everything seems to be okay.

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