This is what they said about the forecast: Scattered storms across the area. This is what I saw Deep gray-blue cumulous towers first behind the mountains then hiding them. This is what I felt: joy in the liquid-life splashing.
I was just talking to a friend about autumn and he said it made him sad, how the falling leaves meant the dying of a season. I told him that I never got the sadness part of Fall. The changes, the colors brought a feeling of exhilaration. I always felt drunk with the joy of it!
I'm glad for your experience of joy that moved you to capture an immense experience into such few, but apt, words.
My new place gives me wonderful views of the sky. I've been experiencing and appreciating sky wonders night and day, rain or shine since I moved here so your poem speaks to me.
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Comments: 13
Perspective. Yup :-)
My new place gives me wonderful views of the sky. I've been experiencing and appreciating sky wonders night and day, rain or shine since I moved here so your poem speaks to me.
**jean waves**
What others find to be dreary weather is energizing to me...I thought of that as I read this.
I’ll be glad when Gather fixes the email notifications. I wanted to thank you for your comment on the ghost story (sort of) about my Dad.