Posts tagged clouds
Haiku-a-day
The night sky with clouds and stars.

The stars mix with clouds,
it’s late, my dog and I walk,
both feeling the dark.

Haiku-a-day
Morning sky before sunrise with blue skies between deep pink clouds above and orange and yellow clouds below.

Sky over highway,
clouds solemn as a Rothko —
joyous and humble.

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A full moon appearing behind dramatic layers of night clouds in early October.

The urge to give up,
and then the sky does this —
and I crawl back out.

Haiku-a-day
The pre-dawn sky a light steely blue with gray clouds floating.

The sky, not yet blue,
I think I know about loss —
but of course, I don’t

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A morning sky filled with loose clouds dramatically lit turning orange and gold.

The scent of wet earth
drifts into his sniffing nose,
us two, up early.

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The sky at sunrise with wispy clouds in rows and a sliver of a moon.

Dawn sky, a figure —
clouds like a pair of pink lungs,
the moon a freckle.

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A wide view of the morning sky with a three-quarter moon still visible in September.

Looking up, amazed,
tired under the morning moon,
the grief before grief.

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A treeline after sunset with clouds still showing but stars coming out.

Taking our turn here —
trying not to lose our touch
under tender skies.

Haiku-a-day
A treeline after sunset with clouds still showing but stars out.

There’s grief in these trees,
clouds of the day still showing,
stars just coming out.

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Two orange striped clouds in the pre-dawn sky above a silhouetted treeline.

Up two hours ago,
I was here with Orion,
moon under the trees.

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A view of tall grass below a dramatic cloud against blue sky and a low sun in late summer.

August will give way,
everything at its peak
will start to fall down.

Haiku-a-day
Puffy clouds in the predawn sky above a treeline after spring storms, blurred in a long exposure.

In this darkest time,
up before dawn, still thankful
for ecstatic skies.

Haiku-a-day
Puffy clouds in the predawn sky above a treeline after spring storms.

The sky has been scrubbed,
songbirds are back to singing —
worms on wet pavement.

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A bright pink and orange sky with wispy clouds and blue sky against a treeline of evergreens at dawn.

The day comes in pink,
orange glows behind the trees,
the sky, ecstatic.

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A thick sharp cloud connected to puffy clouds block out sun over tall trees with a patch of blue still showing on the right.

Day after solstice,
winter sky pulls over us,
cold clouds of all kinds.

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A large cloud bank against a blue sky over a river in autumn.

We’re swallowed by it —
the clouds making a bright sheen
on the wide river.

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A cloud against blue sky and a tree changing color in autumn reflected in a shallow river.

Clouds in the river,
all of our words disappear
and go to nothing.