Do you notice too? How people search out the
sun, how they smile more, how eager they are to
just get outside and soak up their share?
Their share: of sun, of sky, of the clouds drifting by...of birds
adrift. Of watching for newborn buds on trees and flowers surprising
us suddenly with their (as yet to be revealed) blossoms.
We can't get enough outdoorsiness in
our life on days as sweet and perfectly rounded as
this one is.
I'm so glad the long winter has finally stopped
picking on us. :) Welcome, spring! I hope you stay
for as long as you possibly can.
Just a little spot where I can share my gently formed words. Maybe sometimes a bit of poetry, other times just orphaned words strung together. And another day - maybe a short story or two. I'm so glad you've come to visit - please grab a cup of coffee and enjoy.
Showing posts with label sky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sky. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Skyscape
Skyscape
The skyscape today is purely a haze,
Which matches my mood, kind of a daze,
I decide right then it's one of those days,
When I want to curl up and read a book.
Because that sky outside is a pewter grey,
And I love that lovely mysterious way,
That the clouds reach up and seem to say,
"We're all in this together."
Not a hint of blue, but an overshadowing fog,
Which for once - happily - isn't just smog,
And outside my window is my neightbor's dog,
who I swear can smile.
Sweet, sweet sky with your sheltered sun,
The streaking sky, like smoke from a gun,
Your glorious beauty never fails to stun,
And everything seems to be okay.
The skyscape today is purely a haze,
Which matches my mood, kind of a daze,
I decide right then it's one of those days,
When I want to curl up and read a book.
Because that sky outside is a pewter grey,
And I love that lovely mysterious way,
That the clouds reach up and seem to say,
"We're all in this together."
Not a hint of blue, but an overshadowing fog,
Which for once - happily - isn't just smog,
And outside my window is my neightbor's dog,
who I swear can smile.
Sweet, sweet sky with your sheltered sun,
The streaking sky, like smoke from a gun,
Your glorious beauty never fails to stun,
And everything seems to be okay.
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