Blue Skies
Desc from FA:
Small thing I wrote up sitting at the bus stop the other day.
Dormant branches reach up like fingers
to a cloudless sky,
where not even the bravest of crows fly,
and not a drop of summer's rain lingers.
Still the wind breathes,
stirring dead leaves.
The sun shines down bright,
warming only those under cover,
while the wind brushes like a lover
with the promise of a frozen night.