Skies With / Without Clouds
| 27 Jun 2017 | 03:14
Every sky is blue,
When the clouds have been skimmed
from its top.
Every garden is lovely,
when new flowers are sitting in its lap.
But sometimes,
on a yet fragrant summer night,
the air may grow chill,
until even the stoical moon,
wrapped in her bit of sun-warmed light,
disappears.
Then darkness reaches way down close,
burrows deep into the place
where morning blossoms have been,
and bumps again
into old pain.
Laura Scribner, Goshen, NY, 1925-2015