Cloudy and grey

Lying low, so close overhead It feels–or maybe only you do– Like you can touch the sky Billowy, little cotton pillows in White/grey/gray-blue/ with touches Of black or brighter, cleaner, more Clorox and transparent white, Pillowing above the treelines, Over the buildings, so close You can touch the sky

Cloud sightings

Chapter 1: I am obsessed with the clouds in the sky, sometimes fluffy, usually ephemeral, they keep me grounded as the river and the buildings across the river, the bridges, and the helicopters never do. Cotton candy skies, sweet all the way to a Horizon, puffs of white mounds, some as Solid as lumps in…

Ephemeral

I wish I could draw, I would tell you so much more Of the sky, the clouds, that low- Flying bi-plane overhead, I would paint you a vision of The ephemera of a cloud with a hole Showing blue and closing slowly Disappearing into itself, breaking Apart and floating like an island But soft and…

Cloudy skies

There are clouds floating above, Some, like fluffy balls of cotton candy, grace through the sky, Others are like grey icebergs waiting for a passing ship to hit Or perhaps just sitting in the blue haze in menace of your bright day Stay in control of who you are and keep those eager clouds at…

Cloud formations

It’s a still-life landscape, Painted in place, frozen Clouds dotting a blue sky, Puffs that float lazily, Moored to a canvas of blue, Unmoving, unmoved even by The tufts of air that breeze Across the water, the River rippling with current, Active, unlike the placid sky, Fir trees making a soldierly Display, green tinged with blue,…

At the peak

Cream puff clouds floating outlined in the sky Their geography suggesting continental drift Are those lakes and mountains at their peaks? A hole in the sky, blue surrounded by the purity Of cloud country, white and distinct, is a sea to The island of billowing nebula, the estate in the Sky, rich in everything but…