Tuesday, February 16, 2016


                    The sky is all aflame as the sun sinks
                    And, if you didn’t know, you’d think the Earth
                    Were cursed, the victim of some cosmic jinx
                    And destined now if not for death, then dearth.

                    But soon that frightful inflammation fades
Halleujahs  and fond accolades,
                    For every sailor knows, red skies at night
                    Betoken the next day their ship’s delight.