Friday, February 7, 2014

Sky at Evening

I avoid looking backward and forward 
and try to keep looking upward. 
Charlotte Bronte

Winter evening 
Clouds have formed 
Layers of cotton candy
Across the blue.
A snarl of tree branches 
Waves in the wind,
Like little sister's unruly hair
After she has run and played
Out in the wide world all day.
Breezes comb the tangles.

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