Crimson-rose clouds dash across the sky
interlacing fingers with
the sapphire hues of nighttime
who are entitled to their turn
and the glorious golden globe
moving on to light its brilliance
at the next scheduled appointment.
I am grateful to have a radiant photography friend
who resides in San Diego
and captures these moments.
It often seems she knows when I need them the most
these images regularly await my arrival each morning
setting the tone for my day
or present themselves when I start to spiral
the necessary jailbreak for my anxiety-ridden brain.
My resplendent friend, the crimson-rose cloud,
I desperately needed,
connecting my mind to life’s slices of joy.