Blue Sky Quilt

The sky was an unrelenting blue

quilt this morning.

It wouldn’t tolerate any clouds

cluttering up the atmosphere,

or wrinkling its glossy finish.

And then one small puff appeared.

A little smudge of batting poking through

a small hole worn in the edge, along the horizon.

Slowly, more slivers of white came floating along and the harsh blue sky became softer,

worn to a more comfortable shade by time, and sun, and weather.

dVerse Poetics — Have You Ever Seen the Rain?

Published by Candace