Poetry: Love

Love

So like the sky,
it is unpredictable,
sometimes roiling with stormy passion,
sometimes still with peace,
or gray and forbidding,
or dancing with color,

but always there,
always changing,
alive -
a presence over all
that covers our horizons
and draws us upward
in wonder.

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The picture is from outside my apartment, an early morning sky. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom