Where is her head I think I know It’s in the wispy high clouds though She sips her joe looks at the moon The day begins with sunrise glow Inspired by Robert Frost’s poem Robert Frost’s poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”. Image taken at sunrise in Glen Arbor, Michigan.
At 39,000 feet above the groundwe cast shadows atop clouds over Galway –Oh, what lyric pixels of Gaelic poetrymust frolic in the gusts of Limerick skies I cannot fathom the collected verse of sagespulsing through this Éire atmosphereas we blast above Banbridge and Killoughwhere nodes of odes by bards still coalesce May Celtic spirit and … More Dreamliner Flight LH443
How can I understand in my heartwhat doesn’t make sense in my head? How can I reconcile spiritual preceptswith logical ambiguity? Could it be like the canvas of skythere to support the changing clouds? Could it be like the constant silencethere to support splashes of sound? Photo taken from my front porch.
Morning sky is dark as dusk winds approach, branches rustle chipmunks chirp their warnings One drop falls as prelude upon the maple dappled a bit in amber and in coral on the first week of autumn when summer heat lingers Tempestuous rumbles roll in from afar electric passion shoots from cloud to earth allegro torrents … More Waiting for a Thunderstorm
storm clouds hide full moon veiled, yet faith believes clouds part, enlightened Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak courtesy of Unsplash
What brings joy to my cat’s heart I wonder? A loose hair tie on the floor to play with? Or an unexpected tuna treat? What about the squirrels outside? A playmate to chase in circles up a tree? A cozy nest to share up high? What about the random deer who saunters through the yard? … More Twice Blessed [haibun]
autumn leaves fallen half-moon plays in wind-swept clouds changes fill the air Photo by Pawel Czerwinski courtesy of Unsplash
It’s a sun-cloudy day mid-day, mid-autumn, half the leaves have fallen, the other half still dot the branches It’s not freezing, but it’s not warm I’m not excited about much right now but neither am I bored on this cloud-sunny day Compliment this poem with Shape Shifters and No Boundaries, both prior posts on Wind … More Midmost
Unknowing is not a cloud that conceals understanding requiring explanation to clear the air Knowing is the cloud perhaps seductively defined by wisps and vapor Rorschach shapes of weather spilled like milk across the sky You can analyze the knowing cloud but only in the now; if you study for just a moment you see … More Unknowing
Half-moon visiblewaning high in dawning sky This morning she hidesbehind a grey cloud blanketbut I know she is still there Photo from my personal collection
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