It's Still Life

A Hint of Sky Blue

There’s a sudden rip
in the clouds, as if
one hand pulls from the other,

an unclasping,
a division,
the way winter departs

from spring,
or
leaves fall from limbs.
       
And then the clouds return as one.
An embrace. Rejoined.
And snow falls again.

for dVerse Quadrille #121 “embrace”  © Misky 2021