Love Song to the Sky

 O, Sky, my love, you won't believe  how deeply you have made me grieve.

For days and days my upward gaze  met nothing but a sickly haze.

Your lovely tint had grown so dim; I'd never seen you look so grim.


Your ivory clouds looked quite bizarre, as if they'd just been brushed with tar.

Stock-still they stayed, each one in place.  No wisp of wind to make them race.

 Unholy thought:  That you would be a still-life for Eternity!


The Sun himself appeared distraught. He tried to smile; it came to naught.

So weak he was, so deathly pale from all the smoke he did inhale.

He could not rouse himself to gleam, to liven up the dreadful scene.


But now the fires in the West have at last been laid to rest.

I want to skip and shout, "HOO-RAY!" to celebrate this joyous day.

My eyes can once again embrace your dear, delightful azure face!

Maxine Fisher

September 19, 2020