A color for the sky.
Ever changing before the eye.
A color of the water.
Ever changing, getting hotter.
A feeling not quite comfortable.
Sinking down, into a comforter.
So beautiful in your many shades.
Soul crushing when you visit for days.
Shake you off, quickly, now.
I would much rather see you in the palette, pal.
So brilliant in the sky.
Stop muffling my joy, the surprise.
Off for the day I am told.
Only blue skies, diamonds, and gold.
I will take it, at least the joy has returned.
The clouds have lifted.
Off some where, they drifted.
Blue skies from here on out.
Raise my arms, celebrate, and shout.
Love and blessings readers. 💕Carrie 2019