In New Mexico, there is so much more sky. In one part, a heroic sun shines forth, like the Biblical bridegroom. In another, a shadow sends hail and rain.
Yesterday as I was driving to work, I very nearly got distracted in a dangerous way by the rainbow-colored cloud above me in the east. Across the next ten minutes, in careful glimpses eased between checking car lengths and lanes, I tracked the subtle shifting of blue, violet, green, and pink tones in a narrow stripe of cloud.
Eventually, traffic drew away the brunt of my attention. I like to think the mountain wooed the cloud, just as the Bridegroom, the sun, gave wistful looks as he considered broaching the subject of polyamory with his Bride.
I love a sky large enough to hold sun and rain together, and a mountain high enough to make bold with clouds. You've made this poem-enabler very happy!
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First rains.
What I hold in my hand.
Brave new life.
Or if you prefer single-word prompts: rain, hand, life.
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there is so much more sky.
In one part, a heroic sun shines forth,
like the Biblical bridegroom.
In another, a shadow sends hail and rain.
Yesterday as I was driving to work,
I very nearly got distracted in a dangerous way
by the rainbow-colored cloud above me in the east.
Across the next ten minutes, in careful glimpses
eased between checking car lengths and lanes,
I tracked the subtle shifting of blue, violet, green, and pink
tones in a narrow stripe of cloud.
Eventually, traffic drew away the brunt of my attention.
I like to think the mountain wooed the cloud,
just as the Bridegroom, the sun, gave wistful looks
as he considered broaching the subject of polyamory
with his Bride.
no subject
I love a sky large enough to hold sun and rain together, and a mountain high enough to make bold with clouds. You've made this poem-enabler very happy!