POETRY: Gradient Sky

Spring blue sky warmed by
the sun-wash of yellow,
stretches from the rooftop
to the maplewoods out back, and wide,
punctured by the rosy pink
of peach blossoms, to the hedgerow stone

Far beyond my fingertip horizon,
I imagine edges fading to a gradient gray
of storms twisting out of smoking wars
until it softens, blackens into someone’s
peaceful night spent waiting
to color itself a blue warm day