Powder Blue Skirt
Powder blue skirt
loose
willowy
billowing
diaphanous.
Cirrus clouds, stirred.
Blue of late afternoon sky in November
after raking leaves.
Better on a hanger than defined by its wearer
Possible flutterings, delicate lines
Like the branches of those bare autumn trees
A day whose color I never saw again.
Inlandia: A Literary Journey 