To the west, a patch of electric blue
while Eastern clouds tumble grey
With each glance, sky language
alters, as if heaven re-examines
mood – intermittently snows
then explodes in flash of vermillion.
(Image my own)
Tag: sky
Haiku for Sunday
Choose to rise above
believe in the certainty
of limitless skies
(Image my own)
Sky
How is it the sky knows
the heart’s secrets?
My blood simmers
infernal this pain
A stream of clouds
lit by a fiery horizon
reflects what words
cannot express
How is it the sky knows?
Skyward
Even weeds reach for the sky,
as if heaven holds a secret,
as if liberation lies in the stars
and the day’s passage into night
is a promise – I reach for the sky
with my prayers, with my wishes,
am no more enlightened than a weed.
Join Me
Do come near,
sit under morning star
Your word has power,
as if a mutual mind
I light emotion –
a soft-eyed me –
and honour evening gift
fill her world
like felt on life.
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