Leaden days, stratus clouds gauze the sky.
A sphere of hot plasma thaws the sky.

Belief is a phase, I said and shrugged.
Sans intervention, what could cause the sky?

Constellatory creatures lure the gaze.
When ursa shows up, canus paws the sky.

July and October fall in love, wed.
When crab appears, scorpion claws the sky.

I prefer my horizon uninterrupted.
That skyline ziggurat flaws the sky.

My daughter can render faces and figures.
When Sydney is worried she draws the sky.