Sky's Stagehands Poem by O Anna Niemus

Sky's Stagehands



The sky's stagehands, so silent
and swift, as they change her theatre
backdrops from gold sunset to purple night to pink
dawn, sometimes, grey thunderheads, blazing blue noon, white cloud afternoon,
and evening of lavender backdropp for the moon.

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