Alright! Back to my old style! Trying not to steal a slice of pumpkin pie . . . It just came out of the oven! It's Thanksgiving, people!

The Sky is Crying

Drops of sadness
Curl throughout the gray,
Worn sky
Upon a field of
Roses
As the moon shimmers slightly
Through a damp haze,
Droplets from the clouds
Harden to precious,
Frosting the flowers.
But still,
The sky is crying