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.