I see white stallions
pulling puffs of clouds across
the powdery blue vastness,
a performance guided
by gentle winds
instrumentally in sync
with a relaxing summer day.
Crying clouds crowd the dreary gray skies
of October, releasing rivulets of tears
into already mucky, rain-soaked ground.
Hiding under wide-open umbrellas,
adults quickly stride from cars to buildings,
their briefcases safely tucked under,
protecting themselves and their papers
from the non-ending stream from above.
Donned in raincoat and boots,
backpacks bulging, zippers askew,
children splash from puddle to puddle,
giggling and smilng as they frolic to class,
damp, mud-splattered homework in tow.
I’ve seen the sky from sea level
and from 35,000 feet up;
But none can ever compare
to the sky that I witnessed tonight.
Surrounded by silence of night,
illumed by the month’s full moon,
I stared up in child-like wonder
at a single sheet of dark blue.
In crayons, it’s called midnight blue,
one of 19 shades they’ve devised,
an attempt to capture the essence
of nature’s most wonderful hue.
I love this dark shade of blue, but
I never could have imagined
that the color of childhood scribbles
could enlighten both me and the sky.