You turn to me with December eyes
& I'm born for you
while the sky plays a ballad that ends in blue
& all I know for certain is I'm next to you
forgetting for a moment
while I look at you
that I can't last forever

Copyright © 2021 Buddy Smith

Photo by Buddy Smith

Taken on the Bitterroot River while I was out walking one winter afternoon. Sometimes an impossibly blue sky will stop you in your tracks.

May your skies end in blue.


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