Transition

My Colorado Heart

This weather cannot be predicted
—you might even call it capricious:
on bright Sunny days, the Wind will swoop in
and render the climate malicious. 

The whimsical Wind might stay for awhile,
inviting its friends, Clouds and Rain.
Mindful of manners, they'll come bearing gifts
—some thunder-and-lightning champagne. 

But just as the party begins to get lit,
the Sun may pierce Clouds with a beam,
and suddenly Wind is forced to escape,
leaving no trace but damp drops that gleam. 

Daily the battle continues,
a showdown between Wind and Sun.
One moment sunshine; the next few, all clouds
—but red skies as each day is done. 

Something about it speaks softly of me,
as if to reflect or foreshadow.
While some call it flighty, unstable, erratic
—I just say, "It's Colorado".