Sky Poems 2

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Spinning, pink and yellow and blue

The sky, with little else in view

An orange sun has yet to rise

The fleeting dawn greets my eyes!

The dying sunset faded to a slash of neon red

While cloudy skies above turned shades of purple blue instead

A sliver of the shore was lit by incandescent glare

And I, transfixed by colors, stood in silent reverence there

A tenuous snakeskin strewn across the sky

Lacey warp and weft on another corner

Clouds dabbed against the blue by trees dipped in powdery snow

Trees and clouds, so far away,

That even on the brightest day

We cannot see the details, though

We stare and stare from here below

And when we see the same, at night

We find it's still a fainter sight

Wispy, and we neither see

Details of the cloud nor tree

Not unlike the way we try

To see the future - what might lie

Far away in years and days

As in the crystal ball we gaze

Is it night time, is it day?

It makes no difference, either way

For even with the clearest view

There's really nothing we can do

But just enjoy the pastel hues

Of trees and clouds and distant views

Then later, turn and head inside

And let the universe decide

Clouds drift by, and change with time

As sun and moon sink and climb

And leaves change too, as days go by,

And tell time's story in the sky

So we paint our future days 

With rainbows, and with sun ablaze

But if the view you find is night

Rest, enjoy the quiet sight...

Predestined by our own two eyes

Which, set within a plane,

Focus on, to no surprise

A horizontal frame

Of roads and cars, and yards and homes

And walls and pictures, too

And news and emails on our phones

A flat-earth point of view

How rarely do we take the time

To lie on grassy bed

And gaze above at clouds that climb

The sky-dome overhead

Down is up, and here is there

And briefly, what a thrill

To see sheep graze, up in the air

Upon a pale blue hill!