Describe this now, the sky called out to me
Copper clouds turn pale above the tree
No motion but a trembling of the boughs
And leaves that shake by rhythm well endowed
So I bought a pen with murderous ink
As I wrote the sun began to sink
The sky asked me
Published
How my heart sings 
I love your poems. I hope you are doing all right. I hope your new year is wonderful.. David
Thank you David