(C) 2016 by Howard Dart Humeston
Winter in Florida has the bluish blue skies
stretching from east to west and north to south.
Not a wisp of clouds, pure, unadulterated blueness.
I tilt my head skywards to absorb the beauty
and the cobwebs, broken sticks and twigs from my head
float skyward, higher and higher into blue.
All that remains is the blueness.
The blueness.