Clouds

     We seem to take them for granted, that is, until foul weather makes us remember from whence it came. Clouds, those magnificent magnets of moisture, those mountains of “Marshmallow Fluff” floating on by at a pace, seemingly as slow as molasses in mid-winter. Yet, in reality they are racing at speeds that we cannot fathom. But, the contrast between their beauty and their foreboding has been a source of inspiration and awe to the sailor and the songwriter, the poet and the artist for as long as man has looked to the heavens. They have provided the needed rain, and yes, the unwanted rain, the snow, and the shaded cool breeze of summer, and have done so with a never-ending supply of imaginative shapes and that, is what I wanted to talk about… 

      The billowing cumulus clouds of summer building higher and higher, shaping images that only I can define, and only for a moment or two, as the winds aloft alter my scenes and senses, and provide the perfect canvas for the imagination…Hey, is that a dog chasing a rabbit..No, it’s a submarine with two periscopes..No wait I think it’s…Ohh, I can’t wait for summer!!

     Wednesday begins the winding down to the weekend, have a great one everybody,

Jake.

Clouds

 In all shapes and sizes,

in colors, only few,

immense in their mass,

with most hidden from view,

they come and they go,

they’re here and they’ve passed,

to cover or expose,

blue skies, that won’t last.

They come with snow in the winter,

and summer, shade from the heat,

some with lightning, in hiding,

bring rain, for the wheat.

They’re like a pallet to the artists,

who look to the sky,

for all things, be envisioned,

by the imagining eye.

***

 Jack Downing

Jan. 2012

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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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6 Responses to Clouds

  1. I enjoyed reading this piece. I love gazing at the clouds 🙂

  2. be envisioned,

    by the imagining eye.

    Some shapes are so real there has to be some kind of cloud artist producing them because this art is not one bit contingent upon my imagination.

  3. rayannsom says:

    aw..such a great post. clouds are a magical piece of what nature has to offer.

    • Thank you very much…Clouds are like Nature’s “Etch-A-Sketch”..they’ll change in a moment and reveal something different to the eye of the viewer. I’m so glad you liked the poem. Please come again.

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