Red Sky
I've heard, “Red skies at morning,
Sailors take warning," - hogwash.
My words to rising red skies
YOU threaten MY day?
Your spell does not block my hope,
you are not a weatherman,
you wait and see, Mr. Sky,
clear, blue skies by noon.
written June 20, 2013
contest: A DoDo kind of day by Francine Roberts
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013
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