The slightest peek
at a hint
of blue
shows that the sun
still shines
brightly
far above
even
as storm clouds
roll in
to promise
winter has just begun
blue skies are boring
When summer slips
into autumn’s grasp
and flower’s colors
begin to fade
will you lie with me
in the green grass
and watch the clouds
march by
on parade
and hold my hand
as we pick out shapes
making up stories
as we go
before getting lost
in laughter and kisses
until the sunset glow