by Kelly

warm winds and blue skies –

predictably my husband

picks golf over me

by Alison

I’m nervous

and I don’t know why -

blue cloudless morning

by Kelly

scrubbed clean of its clouds

today’s flawless sky isn’t

warm but raw and cold

by Kelly

Stuck behind a light

that goes red green red three times —

I breathe mindfully.

Suddenly, hundreds

of crows fill the sky. Hundreds.

I mean it. Hundreds.

From where? Going where?

Their doings are a puzzle

I wish I could solve.

Then maybe, maybe,

I could also figure out

which path I should choose.

by Alison

whether or not

there is a god -

heavenly skies

by Kelly

How many hours have

I spent inspecting my roots?

the sky, too, turns gray

by Alison

grey clouds hang heavy

over a blackened river -

all the rest is blue

by Kelly

blue November sky

picturesque autumn waters

this beauty stops me

by Alison

“Bella’s in the sky

flying with the birds” she says

pointing to heaven

by Alison

with or without

my happiness -

gray autumn skies