The Overwhelming Beauty of the Sky
The month was June, late June. A child
Lay in the unmown grass.
Indoors, a worried father, reading, smiled—
But only briefly. Smiles soon pass.
The child interpreted the sky
As rivers seem to do,
When lying meek and mantled in such high
White splendors set in luminous blue.
The child, in time, would number this
Among his blessings. What
He’d felt that day he came to call a kiss
And, all his life, never forgot.
Charles Hughes is the author, most recently, of Ifs, a Few Buts, and Other Stuff, a book of poems for children, published by Kelsay Books, and of two previous poetry collections, The Evening Sky and Cave Art, both from Wiseblood Books. He worked for over 30 years as a lawyer and lives in the Chicago area with his wife.
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