the lay of the land
appeared in the sky
as gentle mountains rise
above the crashing ocean waves
Above the Milk House
time matched the speed
of the forming clouds
folding everything into now
Kiss
the day arrived
in wisps and sighs
the kiss of color as night goodbyes
Below
blue snow
the sky below
the sky
Surrender
a tender pink sky
softened the world
strife surrendered
Rain of Gold
thrown from a rainbow
the pot of gold
drenches the old oak tree
Flight
fleeing from the field
light rides
the salmon sky
And So
light and colors
reached us through the fog
and so the new year dawned
Night Meets Day
bare branches
still covered in night
receive the morning sky
Between the Field and the Clouds
with the crop given
the field speaks to the clouds
of respite and restoration
The Sky’s Timbre
autumn’s leaves are echoed
in an orange morning sky
Milk Glass Sky
the world
was illuminated
through an art glass sky
Convening
clatter and clamor
news swap and weather reports
before the southern journey
Fire In The Sky
clouds smolder
their red embers
igniting the water’s edge
Here
swim the sky
fly the water
heaven is on earth
Divine Pink Sky
heaven
brushed against
the landscape
Pink Cloud Blue Moon
pink clouds wisped by
grace note of
a perfect day
Brief Encounter
a flash of colors
I am flushed with hope
even when only gray remains
Rise
alone
with everything
between the clouds
Passerby
blossoming branch
bright blue sky
busy bee passing by
Look of Love
God’s eye
lights up
watching you
Peppered Sky
sky peppered with birds
the seasoning of spring
Fissure
shell of clouds cracks
yoke of blue
seeps through
Easter Sky
a moveable feast
this transient sky
and light of living hope
Rise
radiance is the soul
making itself known
Quiet White
bright blue sky
hushed by clouds
quiet white surrounds
Shades
undiluted by colors
complexities of grey
emerge and educate
Color Fast
so brilliant the blues
on wing and tail
dyed by the sky
each time he flies
Taciturn Sky
a rustle of leaves
the sleeting snow
single digits
dip below
Absense
in the absence of leaves
branches alone
uphold winter’s bitter blue