You say . . .
. . .there’s a cold front moving through

clouds rush overhead
flashes of silvery light
passing from one tree to the next

one empty blue patch
catches the sun
& throws it down onto earth
for all to see

I say . . .
. . . there’s a cold front moving through

now reflections disappear
as if never there before
I can still see the leftovers
& my only remaining sky

. . . there’s a cold front moving through