EVENTIDE

The sky is the leaden gray
that denies the sun
and threatens the moon’s arrival.
It presses down on the roofs
of the tallest buildings,
wraps them in a depression
those on the street below feel
without need of looking up.
This is a teasing sky,
a drop here, there, until
we know we are on the razor’s edge of rain.
The sky laughs at us
as it retreats into the night.

BORROWED LIGHT

The gray, velvet curtain of clouds
parted ever so briefly last night
revealing a moon, growing
more full of herself,
as she peered out.
I was there to see her,
the form of smile
shared between us
despite the chill
of the too winter-like spring.
This morning the sad
drooping daffodils said
they saw her too, captured
her luminescence, and
reaching up, opened
to free her beauty
into a gray, rainy day.

THE SKY

The sky is the leaden gray
that denies the sun
and threatens the moon’s arrival.
It presses down on the roofs
of the talest buildings,
wraps them in a depression
those on the street below feel
without need of looking up.
This is a teasing sky-
a drop here, there, until
we know we are on the razor’s edge of rain.
The sky laughs at us
as it retreats into the night.