{"sf1_id":1011360,"sf2_id":"k1VE4Djn","title":"Blue Skies","author":"Diavora","words":57,"posted_at":"2016-05-25T07:51:00.000Z","tags":["Freeform","Poem","Poetry","Rhyme","Sky","Winter"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1011360-blue-skies","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1VE4Djn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c3/9c/c39cee97-2a7f-4f4f-98de-580bca4ee40e","description":"Desc from FA:\nSmall thing I wrote up sitting at the bus stop the other day.","content":"Dormant branches reach up like fingers\n\nto a cloudless sky,\n\nwhere not even the bravest of crows fly,\n\nand not a drop of summer's rain lingers.\n\n  \n\nStill the wind breathes,\n\nstirring dead leaves.\n\n  \n\nThe sun shines down bright,\n\nwarming only those under cover,\n\nwhile the wind brushes like a lover\n\nwith the promise of a frozen night.\n  \n  \n\n"}