As I type this, I watch the clouds move left to right across my window. The movement is hypnotizing. The sky is such a brilliant blue color. It appears to be a warm day. Looks, though, can be deceiving. The temperature is a chilly 45 degrees. I found a poem on the Internet that fits my photograph aptly.
© Gene Tagle
High flying fleet of billowy boats,
Quietly cruising celestial seas.
Windblown wads in whimsical shapes,
Gracefully riding the heavenly breeze.
White-robed Bedouins bound to the sky,
Wandering aimlessly out of my view.
Would that my cares could be as the clouds,
Lifted, wafted, lost in the blue.
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5 comments:
Gorgeous pic! Blue skies, white clouds, green grass.ahh
Vicki
Looking at the picture, you can almost feel and smell the warm breeze of summer....only to be slapped back to reality by the 45 degree breeze (standing out in a 45 degree breeze in shorts and tee shirt will do that to ya!)
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Wow, that didn't last long. I'm happy that I saw the blue sky, if only for a few minutes. The sky is completely overcast now, looking grey and dismal.
Looks very nice there now.
A beautiful sky and a lovely poem. I love days like that with deep blue skies and white puffy clouds:)
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