Solarium

Vacillation.
Dim shades of sad gray and coy light blue.
Criticism.
Nimbuses threatening this blissful, rousing iridescence
you’re inanely fond of.

Suspicion.
Seems like we’ll have an early rain.
Corroboration.
Right there, dewdrops flirt
with the young sunbeams;
an upshot of color hits the atmosphere.

That’s what I see from my bed,
for I sleep in a solarium, and
my walls, your walls, nothing hide from scrutiny.

A Personal Comment:

Simple daily events tell us the truth about our way to approach situations in life. What we see is pretty much what we think we see.

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