Sky
February 24, 2014 § 4 Comments
no matter how many times
the world shakes
or how many snaps
my camera takes
or how many skies
the storm quakes
or how many formations
the wind makes
or how many oceans
gravity breaks
or how many patterns
the condensation snakes
or how many landscapes
the sun awakes
I will never cease to be amazed
by the beauty that a cloud creates
rosepoems 
I remember catching my mother gazing at the patterns of wood grain once… She looked as though discovered, strangely child like and a bit ashamed. I mentioned Da Vinci was known to spend hours gazing at patterns, wood grain… And clouds.
You know what. After hearing that, she visibly looked taller… “He did that too?”
darren
yes, beauty in nature is everywhere… one just has to pay attention!
I used to love playing the cloud game, lying on my back and finding shapes, making stories from the shapes. Lovely poem.
Me too! Thank you.