The Sun Tries to Come Out

The sky seems made of unpolished steel,
Hanging misty in the autumn air.
“I think the sun’s trying to come out,” she said.

Like my orange pants hanging in the closet,
Waiting for summer weather, sunny skies,
Ready to party for no good reason.

Like my heart, rocking on the edge,
Curled up inside, looking for an opening,
A clear way to love, out on the ledge of the blue air.

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2 thoughts on “The Sun Tries to Come Out

  1. Im out on the ledge of the blue air…waiting for the sun to come out…and loving this lighthearted poem!
    And Im claiming it as a reminder of how much I enjoy these golden, misty mornings. winter is soon upon us…I will treasure the thoughts of this poem Fred, to keep my spirits up in those long nights and short cold days!

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