Skies of Gray

The skies are gray, but the air is warmer Just beyond the deep freeze Wind chills reached the lowest recorded Anything warm feels good Beauty is tainted by blurred visions of scenes I must try to remember the clarity from before The sun shines through trees and turns red In the middle of daylight, colors change Floaters come and go, like a fly going by Double vision makes headlights look like big stars Or tail lights look like flames in the dark It sounds like fiction, but it is real The skies are gray, but today that is ok Bright light hurts, so I will take comfort with the dull As hard as it is to write, I must do it anyway It's a part of my soul , a crutch in my life on my way Through the changing days and skies of gray Heidi Sands 2/5/23