Tag: clouds

Sunrise

I sit and watch the river meander

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Twisting and turning down the path of least resistance

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Swirling past boulders to create a churning mosaic reflecting the sky

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Maples with floppy yellow leaves release helicopter seeds swirling and spinning in the gentle mountain breezes

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Dew drops sparkle, clutching the edges of the long, sharp needles of the dark drooping limbs of ponderosa pine

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Pine cones dropping with a plunk to the dry grassland beneath

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Startling mother Quail with her youngsters hiding in the bush and blue jays squawking opinions from above

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Buttermilk clouds filter the stream of morning sunlight

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Last sunrise of vacation

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Storybook cream puff clouds

Playfully glide across the blue ribbon bay

Bouncing off one another

Playing hide and seek between the bulges of the islands

Fishing trawler motors slowly into the harbor

Engine grumbling toward the dock

Tangled nets and a multitude of lines

Attracting hungry seagulls with the promise of the remains of a fresh catch

Swooping and soaring they chuckle and chortle their anxious greetings

Another glorious day at the bay

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KISS OF SPRING

Spring blew a kiss into the sky

Winter caught it in her winds and blustered

Spring sprinkled warm sunlight everywhere

Winter tried to hide it with her puffed up clouds

Spring poured sweet perfumes of fresh cut grass and daffodil blooms across the valley

Winter inhaled and sneezed a cold breeze across her snow drenched mountain tops

Spring presses hard against winter’s intensity

Winter presses back to remind spring it’s not her time

Not quite

But soon

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Sunrise Artist

With the sky as his canvas

He holds a palette of light and moist vapors in the crook of his right elbow

He uses his breath to pour out subtle hues on the edges of clouds formed by his left hand

He strokes the sun to ever so slowly lift its light and he calls forth the morning

He stands back and admires his handiwork and lets it slowly transform

He adds shimmering tones of violet and lavender in multiple layers then sprinkles it all with the golden light that pours from his puddle of sunshine

He swirls a finger through his masterpiece to scatter clouds across the eastern horizon

And touches the tips of the mountain range with sparkles of gold and silver

He blows a gentle breeze across the pristine blue water that pours from his artist’s enormous brush to become the rippled bay of sapphire

He fingerpaints the distant islands into the edge of the vastness of the sea

Smudged outlines far in the western sky

He tips his head back and lets a delighted laugh fill the sky with birds then turns his head to see the perfect spot for his deep pink and purple crocus to be placed among the flowerbeds waiting to be awakened at the sound of the artist’s voice

He paints with wild abandon in every shade and tone and hue

His heart pours its fullness into details unseen by anyone but him

He sets his palette aside to admire his creation

And submits another sunrise to the gallery of eternal mornings, pleased at his handiwork

He sighs and starts planning for a brand new sunset

©Belindabotzong2018