Category Archives: clouds

Thunder

Is it the way that the sound 
Lingers, providing its own
After glow? An echo of the
First rumble rumbles behind
Holding the sky while a flash
Flickers reminding me that
Thunder and lightning are a
Team, in an event like a relay,
Together they are the threat, 
A storm brewing has brewed,
Filled the atmosphere with its
Effects. There is noise. There
Are raindrops dropping and 
Dripping. There are visuals as
Light reinforces the promise
Of discomfort thunder made.

Saturday. Impending eclipse

This sky is brewing something
This is a sky full of expectations 
This sky is brewing an epic event
Everyone says so, and I want to 
Join in and be the enjoyer, happy
To watch for a darkening sky, a
Portent. An eclipse could bring all
Sorts of myths and tales of odd
Predictions and presentiments.
In sooth, the bleak will not foretell
Future events of a world plunged
Into obscurity. It will happen, but
Not again for a long, many years

Cloudy inspirations

We want so much from a sky 
Like this one, one that holds
And hides promise. Clouds are
Not cotton candy. After all, but
Far more ephemeral and longer
Lasting, spun from dreams and
Not from sugar, though dreams 
And hopes can also be sweet, all
Aspirations inspire us to reach
High and soar. Not unlike clouds
In a sky like this one, the one that
Hides and holds the promises of
Our dreams, not cotton candy but
Full of sugared desires and wants

Up yonder

Clouds came into view as they would. How could they not when I was viewing The sky? Clouds, they tend to live up in
The sky, whereas I only dream of being
High up amongst the clouds. I am here 
Down to earth. Not walking on clouds.
Walking on roadways or sidewalks, on
Concrete. This is a very concrete place
Wherein, open which I tread. Carefully
Looking up into a sky full of clouds as
Delicate, light and airy as frothy cream

Elusive

I see my footfalls drop in the
Clouds that line a path in the
Sky. Upside down, but headed
Toward an infinite aerie in the
Air. Above always above and
So much more to go than we 
Go here below. It's infinite in
The sky, clouds massing in the
Patterns they form, light and
Airy. Above. Here below it's so
Finite and defined. There is so
Much more to explore above
In the clouds. My path in the 
Sky has no end. Doesn't stop

Portents

A benign sky has a lot
Of character. This one 
Is benign and full of 
All the subtleties that
Make a day stand out.
Beauty is in the fluffy
Puffs that stretch out
Over the sky, it defines
What kind of day we'll
Enjoy, and lets us know
How to greet sun and
Clouds with an equal 
Enthusiasm. A bright
Day deserves our full 
Attention even when
It remains modest or
Shy, hiding behind a
Bank of clouds. It is
Still a still life that is
Catching fire in our
Imagination with its
Gentle rhythms in a
Benign cloud-filled
Sky. A beautiful day!