POM: September
I thought it’s time for one of my own poems. Sky is extremely important to me. I need blue skies to function properly. Often summer begins with that blah gray overcast that has hints of promise, as if a blue sky day is hiding under its canvas.
A gesso sky
replaced the
forecast of partly
cloudy.
The day remained
blank with possibilities.
Yet, none pursued.
Restless,
even oppressed,
by the sky’s indecision,
I laze through the day.
A splash of blue sky
cautiously peeps out,
rendering the pale absence,
and then the wan is replaced …
Ah–
This artist captures well the aspect of gesso sky.
Pam Webb 