White and wispy
they floated upward
from the horizon
into the wide blue
Like snowy doves
wings spread wide
in a recurring
pattern of flight
Worries that held
tight to my heart
began to fade-
Not withdrawing
but loosening their grip
Funny how peace occupies
the most curious spaces
requiring only moments
before offering relief
I may have been
driving my car
but it was the clouds
that carried me home
Tag: clouds
Simply Sunday
IN THE CLOUDS
Posed on a calm
quiet breeze
or shouted
in frantic storms
the question remains the same
Do you see me?
My soul longs
to slow down
to be still
Locking my eyes on
the whole of you
Do you see me?
Recognizing the purpose
provided in your design
whether serene or inclement
Answering your question
as you answer mine
Yes! There you are! I see you!
Simply Sunday
Some days were made
for cloud watching
Days when light and
shadow compete at
such an intense level
They almost
overwhelm
the imagination
Those days when the world is moving so fast
And it feels impossible
to slow
down
and
breathe
Look up! Make it a day
for cloud watching
And if the clouds are few,
close your eyes and dream
Rhetorical
Baby clouds fade into
the dark midday sky
Ruminating on
the abandoned
wasteland below
I wonder if the clouds
noticed children
playing in the ruins?
I wonder if the world noticed?
Echoes of war mute
all signs of life. Only
children make an attempt
What if the world
saw them in the heart
of the destruction?
Would reactions be
powerful enough to
soften hardened souls
To finally protect the
innocent long enough
to clear away the rubble
We all know the answer
As do the clouds
We have seen the children
No longer playing
No longer living
And the rubble remains
Surprise Parade
Baby clouds dot
the afternoon sky
Reminding me of a
playground full of children
I wonder if the clouds noticed
The parade of geese this morning?
Adults noticed-
I’m certain of that!
Cranky car horns honked,
unintentionally joining
The naturally humorous
noise of such a procession
What if children witnessed the parade?
Would their laughter influence
Reactions powerful enough
to transform the noises of
impatience, anger, and greed
Enticing wearied souls
back to the carefree
wonder of childhood
At least long enough to enjoy
a morning parade of geese
Getting Carried Away
Where would I wish to go?
And who might do the carrying?
If carried by a cloud,
wherever the wind blew-
Watching shadows float
across the landscape below
Not simply reclining, but
looking through binoculars
Searching the trees, flowers,
and people below in hopes
of greater understanding
If carried by a horse-
Sitting tall, laughing
As my hair flows behind me
Holding tight to the reins
Exploring places only
The horse knows how to find
Admiring hidden
landscapes, amazed.
I’d have so much to learn.
As with any trip,
It would eventually
come to an end
And I would free
fall, confident
You’d catch me
and carry me home
From Gray to Baby
Dashes, dots, light
Lines, spaces, patterns
Letters, numbers, sounds
All Building blocks for
endless foundations able
to reveal the unseen
Logic and reason may
not be our first thought
upon hearing a Symphony
Yet, they are present
in each phrase
We may not consider
the patterns of numbers
and letters needed to
fly an airplane
Yet, without them
We would never witness
the majestic layers of
a sunset above the clouds
Burnt orange
Bright yellow
Blues ranging
from gray to baby
I’m beginning
to understand
There are many things
I may never understand
Simply Sunday
Happy Mother’s Day
The Space Between Clouds
Shifting Senses
When atmospheric conditions
make it nearly impossible
to discern who is moving
And who is standing still
An out-of-balance feeling
quickly comes and goes
Offering no answers to
the resulting questions
Am I moving forward?
Am I standing still?
What about you?
Where are we headed?
I can’t feel the Earth moving
Yet, it is in constant motion
The clouds are floating
Yet, when layered just right
in front of the sun
It is the sun I see shifting
Do the answers matter?
Or simply the sense of wonder
which precedes the questions
Afternoon Blues
Wrap me securely
in afternoon blues-
Only not too tight
A white cottony cloud
gently cradled by
powder blue skies
A newborn baby
swaddled in a
handsewn blanket
Wrap me securely
in afternoon blues-
Only not too tight
Ease the weight
of my fears, as
teardrops freely fall
Bring peace that
lasts through the
deepest midnight
Wrap me securely
in afternoon blues-
Only not too tight
Piano Girl 