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........