The red line in the sky illuminates
Not only my view but also guides
My reminiscences. There've been
Others, just like that or so similar
As to be a twin, a triplet, a dozen.
Who forgets when beauty leads?
Category Archives: Skies
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It looks so clear, so clean, so crisp
Deceptively so. The heat. The heat.
Too hot to enjoy staying out under
The sky. Its sharp lines, its pillowed
Clouds look light and airy, but they
Are heavy and weighted with heat.
Enveloping like a soggy blanket at
Your feet. Deceptively calm, pretty,
So welcoming. Too hot in this heat.
Across a night sky
Across two nights across the
Night sky lit from within lit by
A waning sun a rising moon
My skyline offers me drama
With a touch of dramamine.
That last bit is just an LOL or
A "ha" not an aha. There is a
Peace in its symmetry and in
Just how nature blends then
Highlights what man clearly
Is building across two nights
Across the night sky lit by a
Setting sun, or, by electricity,
From within or by the moon
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.
Sunday. Anticipating an eclipse
Magic in the skies. This is
How it feels to be primitive
Man overawed by an event
We can't explain even when
Science parses phenomena
There is mystery in the sun
It feels brighter, brilliant and
Wonderous, it sits awaiting
Its meeting with the moon
It sparkles a rainbow into
My glass, the light dancing
Dancing lightly yet it feels
So very still, quiet. Waiting
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
What’s new
Interesting intuitive intriguing
Riveting revelatory restorative
Marvelous mystifying magical
Ambiguous ambitious aspiring
Inspiring revolutionary divine
You may not be as enthralled
In these heavenly aureola as I.
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!
Evening sky
There is a skyway in the air
Over head. It is a flatland
Resembling ice floes above.
An inverted road that turns
The world upside and down,
Mirroring it in the clouds, it
Is in the heavens that I see
My path, a walkway of white
Bleak yet inviting. You can
Get lost, without directions
In the flat skyland of cloud
What the future brings
The sky was truly pink before
The fading light morphed to
Rich blue streaks alternating
With the red, the colors of an
Evening spent in anticipation
Of a beautiful tomorrow, an
Expectation promised by the
Proverb shared by sailors as
They read the skies, charting
Their course across silken
Waters or hoping for quiet
Seas after rough afternoons
Caught them in turbulence.
Landlubbers need not worry
Tamara, really 