Thursday, April 2, 2020
for the clouds.
Yes, the same ones
that spoiled your picnic,
that rained on your parade,
that flooded the soccer field.
I am thankful for clouds because
without them there'd be no rainbows, and
behind them there will always be blue skies.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
This poem is an etheree, written with gratitude to Liz Garton Scanlon for her poetry prompts.