by Nancy Horn
The sky is glorious again tonight, dear --
high clouds glowing pink and yellow, the sun
a huge vivid orb, blood-red almost
against the purplish sky --
and my mind wanders again to you.
The purples are deeper now, dear --
you really should see them --
and I can't keep from thinking
that your dust and the desert dust
we've blown sky-high
have somehow given us this great beauty.
Nancy Horn
December, 2003