The sky was filled with innumerable lanterns lighting, opening like eyes, in a rush of wind across the night’s vast forehead. — Annette Marie Smith
The canopy of the sky is weather stained
and dirty this morning.
But I know
that right behind that heavy circus tent top
is another layer of sky, light and sheer
and dotted with sequins, just waiting.
You could call my optimism a hole
in the gloomy heavens
that lets me peek through to the other side. — Annette Marie Smith
Birds scatter in outward ripples where my eyes skip the sky’s surface
like two stones I throw to see what I can do. — Annette Marie Smith