O ever changing sky, blue-gray and maudlin
your mood and unsettled ways, meld with mine.
The clouds seem but blemishes upon clear skin
O weary sky your cheeks seek only sun's shine
and gentle winds to sooth me in decline.
O let the clouds turn white and bright the day
let my bruised heart heal not be consumed
cirrus streaks and cumulus in joyous May
may your changing beauty raise me from my gloom
for clouds are naught but fair as new day blooms