Atmospheric

By John I. Blair

On soft Spring mornings
vapors float by,

blessing my days

with their gauzy apparition.

After come harsh Summer skies,
blue beyond mercy;

baring me to the noon rays

in murderous precision.

In stormy Autumn, like today,
walls of pitchy cumulus

can obliterate the sunset,

Armageddon for twilight.

But then my life may once again
be caressed, illuminated,

by the mystic moon

on a frigid Winter night.

©2004 John I. Blair