Clouds
By
h. lena jones
Way above our heads
White fluffy globs sail gently across
A sky-blue canvas
Ever changing, ever drifting
Forming shapes
White against blue
Or sometimes
Variegated gray
If it’s a dull day
For mere seconds
They hold their pose
Before drifting back
Into fat fluffy globs
Only to break out again into other shapes
Such are the majestic clouds
Which make such pretty pictures way up high
For all to see and admire!
Some folks are train watchers
Some folks enjoy watching planes take flight
Some are even bird watchers
But watching clouds pulls at my heartstrings
Perhaps it’s because of their magnificence
Their graceful movement, like a ballerina’s
Perhaps it’s because of their endless shaping
Of angels and assorted animals
Once I saw a huge polar bear!
On a flight between Houlgin and Varadero, Cuba
Once we broke through thick cloud cover
I was awestruck at what I saw
I couldn’t take my eyes away from the window
The clouds between the thick barrier below
And the blue sky high above
Had formed themselves into an array
Of giant cloud pillars
Of various shapes and sizes
Golden light from the fading sun
Illuminated the perimeter of each pillar
The pillars were arranged in a way that formed alleyways
Reminding me of alleyways in a city of tall buildings
My heart danced, I was looking at the original
Candy-floss city set in a background of blue
What an amazing privilege!
I pressed closer to the window
Looking for shapes I could recognize
Then I saw friendly poodle clouds
And there just beyond them
Was the Thinker statue
Not bronze, but fluffy white
And perfectly formed
Oh, and there was the
Michelin Tire man
And birds, and swans...
There were other pretty shapes
I could not readily identify
Never before had I seen such
A magnificent cloud display
I thanked God for His brilliance
For when He created our world
He thought of everything
There is so much beauty
Around us, if we but care
To take the time to look
And appreciate!
I was sorry when we landed
In Varadero, to pick up
Other Toronto-bound
Passengers!
“The heavens declare the glory of God;
and the firmament sheweth His handiwork.”
(Psalm 19:1)
Dave.
As a child, I was captivated, the first time I heard the Psalm where good King David declares the clouds, as the dust from His feet! Not only that, I believed it - and still do!
Thank you for this elevating poetry, Lena...you are, the lovely Ballerina...dancing across the sky!
Blessings&Much love, Rhonda
Hugs and respect,
CJ
Lovely write
Thanks Hon
Love Ch'erie
Blessings,
Joselyn
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Beautiful, beautiful write, my friend. I am a skywatcher, and take pics of clouds...our loving Creator sure paints a beatiful sky! Our clouds are darkening to the West as a cold front approaches...praise God for relief!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You took my challenge and you challenged me. Those clouds are hypnotic. They can call you into a beautiful world where nothing can upset your peace of mind. This was beautiful!
God Bless you,
Lew
This poem is a gem. There are so many lines filled with beautiful imageries. A wonder to read and behold. Thank you!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Love,
Dove
Around us, if we but care
To take the time to look
There truly is, and you've reminded me of many hours I used to spend on airplanes, marveling at those clouds!
Well done Lena ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg