
Night sky, glowing blue
Essence of colors feels true
I bathe in the light
Down in the field watching close
Hoping for a miracle
Above clouds of grayish-blue
we see a blazing orange sky;
how did we get up here?
we’ve stopped asking why
We desire to see the world
and all its glorious sights,
we travel anywhere we wish
we fly through colorful nights
How did we attain this power?
We really do not know,
we go anywhere at any hour
come with us and we will show.
(Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash)
the silence of winter is not
such a terrible thing –
graying snowbanks by roadsides
reduced to slush & a thick sky
cold & like the finest cotton,
naked trees, dying leaves
hanging for dear life
reminding me of sledding down
icy hills, red plastic breaking
leaving shards to be buried below
like black bears snuggled in
warm caves
(Photo by Fabrice Villard on Unsplash)
be careful, son
don’t delve into
too much mystery
it’ll consume you
pray to yellow moons
inky-black skies
howling wolves
green wilderness
cycles of rebirth
summer turns to autumn
the land sustains us
be careful, son
& brave
(Photo by Izabelle Acheson on Unsplash)
Desert sands of deception
flames of futility
growing in the wilderness
under an orange sky
baking us at record temps –
Our Planet is dying
screaming, crying
and she’s angry.
(Photo from Insider.com)
Note: This poem was a meditation on the wildfires happening in California right now. I haven’t read much about them, but I do know that much of it is being caused by the increasing damage of man-made climate change.
Bask in nighttime blues
stars dot the sky like flecks of white paint
Mothers moan for lost children –
we want rhythm, but not the blues
the aqua blue of deep seas
the blackened blue of bruised eyes
the blues guitar of the Mississippi Delta
the crystal blue eyes of your lover –
sing the blues, young one
sing ‘em while draped in a blue dress
drowning in muddy waters.
(Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash)