Sky Blue Sky

clouds dabbed and streaked
across a too blue sky, so blue
we have no words for the color
but sky blue sky sky blue

watch it dissolve
to bands of bloody brilliance
at close of day
see it rise from darkness
above the emerging orb
of the morning sun

count the stars on moonlit nights
the heavens reflected
on shining leaves
and calm waters

October light like no other
a photographer’s dream
the sun strained through
harvest dust and cooler air

feel the white of a winter sky
cold come down from on high
to settle with a frosty sigh
on an eye-watering morning

smell the greening of Spring
fresh on an April breeze
sage and pine and dewed grass

reach to touch shimmering heat
of a Summer day

always above
and infinitely beyond.

Gregg Norman lives and writes in a lakeside cottage in Manitoba, Canada, with his wife and a small dog who runs the joint. His poetry has been placed in journals and literary magazines in Canada, USA, UK, Australia, Europe, and India. He was recently nominated for a 2024 Best of the Net award.