[stylist] poem about the sky

[Barbara Hammel]

And it will do you no good if I don’t attach the poem. LOL! (Fingers went crazy and sent the email instead of going to the menu to choose to attach it.)
Barbara


THE SKY

By Barbara Hammel



BLUE-VIOLET is a winter sky

Above the fields of white.

Ink-black or deep velvet-blue

Is its color during the night.




At sunrise it flashes rose and yellow,

At sunset it glows shades of red.

When the smell of wetness fills the air

The sky is gray as lead.




Hail and tornado turn it to

An eerie purple-green.

Its flaming-blue of autumn time

Is unlike any color I've seen.




In summer, a bright but gentle blue,

In spring, a dazzling one.

And sometimes streaks or pillows of clouds

Whiten blue or block out the sun.




The sky is always beautiful

However it chooses to look.

It's really sad to think some people

Only see it in a science book.




When all they really need to do

Is stop and look for a moment or two.

If they'd only stop staring at feet as they walk,

And look up, they'd enjoy a better view.




But I think there's something they're really afraid of.

It's raising their sights too high.

I wish I knew why they're scared of that,

Goodness sakes, they'll just see the sky.




It doesn't expect a thing from you,

It doesn't demand your time,

It doesn't set deadlines that you can't make.

But for the poet, it sings a rhyme.




Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. -- Carl Sandburg