Cloudbirth

Today I past a group of Clouds

Bulging in late-term pregnancy.

They looked fit to burst

When - 

Their water broke.

And with Thunderous Groans,

           Lightning-

                             quick

  Contractions,

They birthed a storm.

An energy exhilarating and terrifying soaked the atmosphere,

  Until at last

The afterbirth rose up in steam,

And the Clouds gave a misty sigh,

Rustling the leaves below them.

The Storm reached out to its surroundings,

And the Land bloomed forth to embrace it.

Up

 

 

The other day I was thinking that I spend a lot of time looking up here - clouds dotting the sky, moon and stars, where the tops of the pines reach their fingers into oblivion.  It's so open and interrupted, and it's good to find yourself by getting lost in the expanse.  Yesterday it was really nice out and I wrote this silly little verse about it:

Up

I gaze, into the sky

At the clouds, I turn my eye

Adventure beckons - my mind's aflight

Here I leave my earthly plight.

A smiling cow, a spouting whale

There's a ship in full-blown sail.

I hope I never see the day

Where sky is not a place for play.

When all seems down and turned around,

Up is where I find my ground!