Reflect

The Hazel eyes soaking in the cinnamon sunrise. 

Dove grey clouds gather. 

Will they weep for you? 

She stands relaxed

on umber sands, 

burgundy hair teased

by the wind. 

Fragrant ozone arrives, 

seems there will be tears

from the sky 

The doves have left,

now the clouds move slow and heavy.

Still, she stares

into the Sun. 

The clouds like curtains

close on her show. 

Final scenes so 

eclectic waiting for encore

of sky electric. 

Earthbound angel faces the coming storm........

reflecting........