The clouds turned
from pink to gray
awaiting her
majesty,
who had only started
to peak,
but was slowly
coming into full glory.
She takes her time.
I yawn and stand
watching her
majesty’s yellow band
stream across, light
up the sky,
a glorious entrance.
Standing patient, I
try to remember to
breathe,
watching the sky
through the tall trees
changing from black
silhouette
to hunter green
pirouettes.
The clouds go gray
to red.
The sun is about to
show her head.
The birds begin to
sing,
announcing the new
day she brings.
Light green leaves
blow.
Clear sky relaxed
pale blue, and
clouds gone white
have paid their due.
Her majesty, now
high and bright,
displays for us her
glorious might.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
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