The Sky
The sky can’t decide
If it’s blue or it’s gray.
The clouds, filled with rain,
Aren’t going away.
The sun, mostly hidden,
Entices the birds,
While raindrops sneak out,
Dripping onto my words.
This morning I walked,
Getting thoroughly drenched
But beneath this strange sky, now,
I’m gladly entrenched.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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