The Changing Face Of Lady Sky © Poem by Roann Mendriq

The changing face of Lady Sky
Man can't hope to understand;
He looks to her with watchful eye
down below from pallid land.

Morning finds her face with flushes,
Rosy hues of peach and pink;
Morning after's bashful blushes,
that causes man to pause and think...

At noon her face is washed with light,
beaming in the sun's gold rays;
Neon brazen, bold and bright;
a promise of sun golden days.

Her face darkens when twilight comes,
when she begins to gleam and glow;
Then darkness falls, and she succumbs,
to secrets only nights will know.

The changing face of Lady Sky,
confound most men and mystify...