Cloud, storms, rain, hail flurries and
forks of lightning, star blaze and a waning
moon, comet flare and meteor streak, eclipses
occasional rainbow miracles
poetry resides in skies in vividity of light wild
rides backs of water drops sculpting
stratus scapes colour draped by sunrise
flows through eyes mild
and murkied, quiet mind, busy finger tips
dip grace in words lightly ink brink
of endless expansiveness, sense
records in finite edits this
evanescence of wilderness and minds
poetry is not mine, poetry resides in skies.
This is really beautiful! Keep them coming. Xxx