California Skies Poem by Kit- Kay

He takes pictures of the sky
He says it reminds him of me
He says it's beautiful

But on the days he doesn't, does it mean the sky is ugly
Does it mean I'm ugly

California skies are forever changing
One day beautiful auroras of purple and orange
Then next no sun to make a color, except gray

Does he look at me the way the sky acts
Does he see me beautiful one day and the next day not
Does he looks at the bipolar skies and compare me

The California skies sensitive with tears every other day

The California skies happy with yellow beams coming out of its eyes

The California skies providing a warm summers kiss on the cheek so delicate

The California skies creating lightening storms from one little change in the atmosphere, ignoring the pleads for communication

Am I the California skies?