Bluest Winter SkiesA Few High Sheer Clouds that StreamAnd Flutter Like Flags
Wispy Wind-Blown Clouds Drift Like Sand or Snow AcrossThe Autumn Blued Sky
The Sky Speaks AutumnIn Light, Motion and DistanceSummer Fields Listen
Clouds Racing the Wind Through Fresh Blue Skies and Sunlight To Far Horizons
Spring Twirls With Each Gust Raising Earth, Light and Water To Flowers and Leaves
It is all Rebirth And Resurrection But For An Unnamed Longing
Wind Swept Clouds, Blue Sky, Deep Snow Rests Quietly on Fields Dreaming of Spring
Clouds Ripple Blue Sky Like a Quiet Gesture Of Hope, Longing or Love
Legions of Small Clouds Marching the Sky in Close Ranks Bits of Blue Shine Through
Grey, Blue-Grey, White Clouds, Snow, But at the Tree Line Warm Tawny Sunlight
Low Gray Clouds Trailing Scrims of Rain to Frame Blue Skies At the Horizon
But Still, Sunset Lights The Clouds In the Soft Colors Of Longer Journeys
And This Sunrise Drapes The Landscape in a Warm Light Gentle as Fine Lace
Away, Away, and Away, Clouds’ Gravity Pulls My Heart and Mind Away
I am Awake Now And Yet Dreaming of my Past And of Our Future
Street Signs Shining Like Beacons for Navigating Ambiguous Shores
Calling Out to Us To Journey, To Set Out, Not Knowing Where we Go
In Their Flat Grey Light I Felt Memories Stir and Tumble, but Slower
And Tonight I Cooked A Dish We Shared When There Was No Time or Distance
And Clouds Outlined in Colors too Passionate to Be Called Apricot
And You Still Abed And Me, Driving East, Dreaming Of Home and Day’s End
Something Beginning Or Ending Or Maybe Both But Always Longing
And Only Blues on The Radio, or That’s Just All I Care to Hear
Another Winter’s Dawn Drawn in Symphonies of Gray And Played in Silence
Cloudy and Colder The Day Settles in Like a Bad Weather Forecast
No Fog to Soften Tattered Winter Edges or Curbside Frozen Trash
But Night Falls, Clouds Clear, Full Moon Lights the Lake. A Passing Fox Pauses to Watch
Just After Summer Before We Knew it was Fall Horse Tail Clouds and Fog
A Few Rose Hued Clouds Mirrored by a Scattering Of Frost on Red Roofs
Sunrise Drips Autumn Down From Clouds To Treetops and Across Frosted Lawns
Like the Arrival Of Joy, Spring Clouds Blue in the Full Moon and Are Gone
Evening Clouds Feathered Across the Sky in Lumened Grey, Lightest Rose, and Cream
Winter’s the Season When Sky Holds All the Colors Above White and Brown
Against the Rising Sun, Bare Tree Limbs Beneath Clouds Hammered in Gold-leaf
A Year in Haiku 