Dancing Between Skies

I like the sky, it's always promising something.
It's a soothsayer for eyes scanning up, 
for signs, traces and lines of reassurance.  
it carries in fragments of yesterday,

It continues its theme, but twists on cue
to change its scene 
     in hue of clouds churning
     in the stir of witches brew.

I look up at the sky to fly,
above the quagmire 
above the monotony of my daily plod, 
           grounded.

Up there I see the script in clouds,
    drifting like vanes to wind's direction.
Recalling how to dream on cue,
        to believe again in happenstance.

Clouds carve the way forward,
with a longing for change, unexpected.
The sky writes in bright gold, then smears in gray.
It promises calm, then whisks it away.

It quells its brush, to hush before thunder resounds.
It gives no answer when we beg for rain.
Then, won't stop before we go insane!
I look skywards for a change to suit my clothes.

I hope for such delivery
      dancing up there in cloudy skies
playing 'Both Sides Now'
      with Joni Mitchell.

skyfree verse

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