DEEP SHADES

DEEP SHADES
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

The skies above are a bruised blue;
A deep shade of dark melancholy.
Unapologetically, descending upon me,
Seeping into me,
This canopy of blue.
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The skies;
They tell and foretell:
Some days so gentle,
And others so cruel.
Vividly etched,
Variations of blue,
 Strewn on a canvas unending.
Uncertain one moment,
Then certain the next.
Settled one moment,
And stormy the next.
The message in blues,
Ever changing.
Swollen and bruised,
Slowly fading ...
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The deepest loneliest blue;
I've felt it and so have you.
And in this way the canopy arches and spreads over us,
Whispering a wind-swept remembrance between us.
The sounds can be heard in the blue,
 The silence gathering,
The calm overshadowing ...
A comfort,
The knowledge of you.
One never forgets the blueness of season,
"There's always a reason,"
You said.
Deep shades of blue ...
Overhead.