The blue sky is a liar,
traitorous in its nearness
to zero.
Acting as if
it won't send more white
like a heavenly flour sifter,
creating ice impalers,
rendering every vehicle
monotone.
We wait
We wait
in warmth
and look out
at the ice
blue sky.
COEXIST: Poetry, Books, and Essays by Diane Vogel Ferri
4 comments:
Brr well said. I like this onel Love the lines
We wait
in warmth
and look out
at the ice
blue sky
Linda
Oh, I love that "heavenly flour sifter". The image appeals on so many levels.
Kat
This is lovely although it made me feel cold. I liked the flour sifter line too.
I love your poems....
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