Sunday, November 18, 2007

an uncertain sky prevails



The sky reflects my own uncertainty. The wind changes direction and a perspective swirls into thin vapors. Tracings left behind are a ghost poets words. It takes practice to read them; signs and portents. What message do you read in these clouds?

4 comments:

d. chedwick bryant said...

clouds are so amazing...well the sky is endlessly fascinating, day or night. I think the clouds say:


"ask"

I don't know why.

Princess Haiku said...

Clouds are eternity and their tracings are all of the words and feelings ever expressed.

red dirt girl said...

muslin ... the hide and seek of: sheerly veiled then opaque ..... i gaze with rapt attention.

Princess Haiku said...

lovely rdg