The sky is a road to a distant
Place but this road ends in the
Distance. The clouds sorta just
Fall off. You can only go so far.
A byway
Category Archives: clouds
Grey
It looks cloudless but cloudy,
A sky so smoky grey it lets in
No sun. Cloud cover that is a
Camouflage so complete you
Wonder what exactly you are
Seeing. It's warm this winter
Day; when is February ever
This balmy? Maybe the sun
And clouds are hiding in a
Confusion similar to my own.
Look closer
It's a uniformly pale blue
Look closer why don't you
There to the left a pillowy
Mass of greyish cloud meets
The azure, disrupts its single
Hues, changes its singularity
To a subtler picture, one of
Diversity of color and form.
Look closer, why don't we?
Skyscape
I am not a star-gazer.
I leave that to those
Who know what it is
In the night skies to
Distinguish one from
Another constellation.
Lights strung in rows
Or shining separately
Making sparkles that
Brighten the sky and
Illuminate the clouds.
The heavens don’t wait
We are transported on clouds of wonder
Each wondrous day. Magical, mystical or
Just mysterious, the sky points our way;
The road leads towards it but never lays
A path that reaches high enough to take
Us on a journey across the billowy wake.
We are tempted by the heavens but don't
Want to overreach. Where we are won't
Get us to that point gleaming overhead
We remain earthbound, easy on a tread
One step closer, one step further, careful
In awe of clouds, but simply in awe of all
You’ve been warned
Pink skies, I am always quoting,
Bode well for the day ahead, the
Very next day. But that applies
Only to a night sky. A morning
Apparition of a pink sky, they say
Is a bad sign. Pink sky at morning
Oh dear, sailors take warning. A
Nice neat rhyming pattern so easy
So mnemonic. Today's sky warns.
Sky poem 1
There's the pink,
Perfection in the
Form of a cloud
A perfection onto
Itself. All rosy pale
Yet bright and at
Its peak, very best
What a sky
Someone has somehow painted the
Clouds onto a dark blue canvas, in
Puffs and billows, white fluffs on
An azure-going-black background
This magical contrast looks so real,
So natural as to make me gasp in
Awe at what genius there is in our
World. Genius with no artifact but
Nature's sky, her clouds, her night.
It was no brush that painted this
Wonder and brought it home to me.
No artful creature, or creative being
Just circumstance, the essential sum
And substance of air, space and time.
It just happened. My lucky moment
Under the cover of sky and clouds
Tamara, really 