Outdoor air examines resolve
back-burning cold, fall’s autumn
shivering, on line, stunned
Winter’s cold-weather words
seize the core–modest sweater
calls notice, says: to be fair
Inferior awareness
created this jam
Outdoor air examines resolve
back-burning cold, fall’s autumn
shivering, on line, stunned
Winter’s cold-weather words
seize the core–modest sweater
calls notice, says: to be fair
Inferior awareness
created this jam
Clouds and treetops mimic
mock their counterparts
reach into the sky
between spheres, low and high
they trade light and food
ride their sun’s wild winds
over nights and days that
never end / but change, with
seasons come and gone
Written for weejars @mindlovemiserysmenagerie’s Photo Challenge 434:
Click the link for their posted image and prompt guidance.
Seeing weejar’s photo challenge photograph, I was reminded again of this phenomenon I’ve noticed more times than one, in which clouds take shape of the treetops over which they fly. It’s not something that happens most of the time, but it does occur and I try to capture it.
Below, the succession of one such occurrence:
Poems & Poetic Prose