
cool and gray
sky the shade
of splintered concrete
half a world away
in the dark, families
fight for freedom
their homes shattered
a similar gray—
where I live,
there’s war too
a quieter kind
—for now
overlaying that
an atypical spring
gray and cool
occasional mist
drapes the trees
now late spring,
jasmine kisses my nose
hummers sip aloe
their iridescent green
against deep orange
lavender swells
so does my unease
I can’t turn away
befriend it instead
this curious bouquet
of fair and fear
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.