Sky Harvest – An Ode to the Clouds

Joining, mingling, often dazzling,
Streaks of ravishing hues colliding,
Cottoness weaving patchy dreams,
Culminating into willowy streams,
Feathery blues, such peaceful solitude,
In acres binding forgotten clues;
to absolute enlightenment.

Mirrored loneliness, a lofty citadel,
Breathless creamy flowers, an endless swell.
Challenged by winds, secrets scattering,
Cerulean lakes, rivers pregnant,
Flowing in love, a sighing tryst.

Plummeting ponds betwixt pearly plumes,
Icarus leaps, then naps, on ephemeral couch.

Operatic visions; tapping Eden of its sap.
A fluffy gathering, a spirited harmony.
Efflorescent compositions, yet,
undying melodies…a bubble of joy;

All listeners keep.

Spring blesses, summer beckons;
the invisible gleaners of visible flight,
Sweat-honeyed beads, jubilant drops,
Virgin softness, touch the earth.

A sanctified hymn,
A glorious plough,
The higher plains, those empyrean seeds;
bring humbling dew, to living beasts.

Us mortals blind, will only feel,

When Angels begin, their Sky Harvest.