Blue Skies

This blue sky embraces the horizon

Nestling the dips of the valley

Whispering to the mountain peaks

This blue sky

Peeks through the pines

Directs the sun to the birches

This blue sky

Holds violet whispers in the morning

White clouds at noon

Grey smoke at dusk.

This blue sky

Is a familiar embrace

A reminder of time.

About Poetry Road/Marty Goes to Mars

Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
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