I was drinking a cup of green tea this afternoon, looking out to the back yard. The winter sky was clear and blue, and the following poem percolated. It is three vignettes of life woven into a single piece.
The missing
The winter sky is blue
Nothing left to say
Everything used to be certain
My mood is a darker hue
As I move further away
Set to rhyme and pattern
Life goes on without you
Tomorrow will be another day
Today I’m lost, that’s all I can discern.
Angele Toomey Poetry 
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