Umbrella Skies

Umbrella skies are soft and gray,

Blocking away blue days

They catch the rain, but dump it away

The wrong way

I hold the forked lightning handle tight

And want to go home, safe and dry

To where I can sit by the firelight

For while plants can turn green and

Live long lives,

I look up at the sky and sigh…


Slippers of the Snow Queen

Dance, their pointed toes

Spreading frost in an intricate web

There are clouds in our lungs

That come out when we speak,

Drawn to the cold

Frost is laced on the windows and shingles

Silver-blue is the color of