On my way to buy a morning paper #57

Sun behind my head
patching black tarmac paths
with puddled blue-sky promise.

Just now - 05.39

Briefly, for a moment, from the colour

the sky old fashioned blotting paper

and the clouds blue-black Quink ink

Deceived, deceiving

Winter ice blue sky confirmed by early morning freshness –

and yet it IS still August