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:

Bobby D. 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.

Diane Dehler said...

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

Anonymous said...

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

Diane Dehler said...

lovely rdg