A high heavy haze
Obscures my gaze
What color would the sky be at this time of day?
Would it be aglow with pink of a sunrise to be?
Or a darkness still teeming with stars yet to see?
The birds don’t seem to mind that the dawn isn’t clear
They sing nonetheless with chatter and cheer
Life is life, regardless of of the scene
A new day, after all, is a day that is clean
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 29, 2017 AT 06:43
JArtB