THOSE MYSTICAL THREADS

THOSE MYSTICAL THREADS

The sky today wears a special shade of blue

like it has dressed itself in praise of you.

Not hot, not sultry like the hues of summer

instead cool, refreshing, how this look does become her.

Wispy clouds form patterns in the sky, drawn by God's hand.

They look like those made by the tide as it retreats from the sand.

And those clouds are like accessories that the sun gets to wear,

happy to be the supporting cast, to float majestically in the air.

They dance around the sun playing an elaborate game of hide and seek

as all around them the most wonderful sunbeams peek. 

The sky is painted in yellows, whites, oranges and reds

and within this smorgasbord of colour float those mystical threads.