What’s it to you
if I wanna thank the sky
for being blue?
On another day,
I give thanks for grey
or the way the clouds lay
like frosting on a wedding cake
in shades of white and off-white
I’m grateful, too, for overcast days
giving way to half-light
and moonlight, the bright night
of the lantern moon,
because it turns dark far too soon.
That’s when my heart pleads please stay.
Thank you, sky, for another day
of being blue.