Skylight Days
Unsettling rain forgets the sun and stars.
Obscurity of hue, gray clouds in style.
A ride along, the windshield splash, the haze.
I miss the cerulean skylight days!
The sudden peek-a-boo, the rainbow seeps.
The pallet’s full — the artist’s paint full tilt.
Explosive rush like gold poured from a box.
The weatherman pulls shiny words from stock.
12/11/2018
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