Clouds race across the sky
Winds pushing them faster
Changing their shape
Guiding them to higher plains.
The image of the day morphs
Light to dark
Crystal blue to grey
Suddenly the purples collide with the pink
Pulling in the pitch of night across the horizon.
Never again will the day look like today
Tomorrow will see a different sky
In all that comes and what has past
Never has there been a repeat of the majestic sky.
©2018 Brooke Lee