I see a gentle blue
barely clearing
through layers and layers
of altocumulus greys.
And the gusty wind
she stirs
a sharp chill
to the bone.
Oh, these bones
and all retained
there,
where
minerals they form
dazed
by remembrance
and as remembrance
can be,
saturating and fleeting
in the very same
instance.
Like the sunset
now displaying
its brilliance
as his light
descends
and cloud forms
shift...
cirrocumulus...
stratocumulus...
a golden brilliance
fraying
the grey clouds' edges,
splendid
temporal
colour transitions,
orange to fuchsia,
then purple.
And that was then,
yet another act of
remembrance.
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