Driving with the windows down
Feeling the speckled rain on my face.
I look out beyond the trees
And the sky is everything;
Deep pink, red and purple.
Like fire burning in the universe
Or acrylic paints on scrap paper.
To remind us what beauty is.
Because we forget sometimes
Of these pink skies.
Thank you all for the feedback I’ve been getting lately (and always). I am truly grateful to see that others can connect with the words I’ve written. Thank you for visiting.