I have lived in many places
yet have never questioned why
what I know to be most lovely
as the Colorado sky.
Like my mood it changes swiftly
from tears to smiles and then
leaves me guessing what’s in store
when it comes 'round again.
Snow or hail, or skies of blue;
the rainbows come and go.
Reminds me life is just the same;
what’s coming next we never know.
Paris showed me skies of gray.
L.A. had it’s sun.
The east coast had it’s glory,
but Colorado’s won.
What is it that compels me so
to the Rocky Mountain skies?
I see myself in its strange ways
and always sympathize.
Written July 30, 2001
Colorado Skies
