Outside the window,
the sky doesn’t doubt its
color for a moment,
nor does it ever
moan any complaints.
Above the dark horizon,
the sky has a soft, golden glow,
ever so lightly dusted in pink.
The gold fades imperceptibly into
the pale blue of the winter sky.
The sky is poised on
the cusp of the evening.
The day has passed by and the sky
Has done its share, producing beauty,
While I have not smiled or
appreciated it nearly enough.
Tomorrow I vow that I will make it a point to
sit and stare into the sky.
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