by: Shirley Satterfield
Sky Moods
Angel cloud passing over me.
Fleetingly. Fleetingly.
Mother Nature’s on the move.
Nothing ever stays the same.
First an angel.
Then a dog
With a really mangy mange.
One comes and and one goes,
Then another one came.
Nothing ever stays the same.
The sky
My home
Away from
Home
I imagine
I can fly
Loving the
Freedom it
Gives
Like a bird
Wild and free
My imagination
Fulfilling
My sky mood
Namaste
Such a lovely poetry response, Reenie. Thank you 😊