I’m captivated by the billows of the clouds,
The seamless shifting from smooth to ruffled,
Never ending labyrinths etched by the wind.
Soaring above, I’m filled with wonder,
Entranced by the textures blanketing the sky,
Layered like paint, masking the world below.
Snow capped mountains peak through,
Sharp white ridges piercing the gradient puffs,
Thin patches of wisps reveal glimpses of creation,
Outlines of plains and waves blurred by the mist,
Millions of life giving particles suspended in air,
Forming each wisp, billow, and puff,
Until heaviness amounts and gravity prevails,
Drop by drop, crumbling into rain.
Lingering fragments, floating like cotton,
Pushed and pulled by invisible currents,
Simultaneously gathered and dissipated,
The drifting white and grey play a silent melody,
Amplifying the majesty of the Composer.

12.26.22