Whirling Dervishes Whirling dervishes Swirling, dipping, diving Around the afternoon sky In all their pure vaporous glory. Weaving in and out They sweep like ghosts Forever intertwined. Coming together The dancers grow. At first a white puff Then with eerie silence The color changes. From white to gray From gray to black Ever growing into […]

Sky Beneath that lofty sky, As leaden grey clouds drift by. I want for nothing more, Than to stand amazed. And hear seas roar. And on the far horizon, A backdrop canvas bible black. The stage is set As I get wet. And clouds move and stack- In shapes and forms before the wind. But […]

A poem inspired by hearing the music of The Cloud Harp Your clear blue sky Your clear blue sky cannot convince me I see through your pretence no stitch masks your emptiness your godless perfection of void Your deceitful black sky transparent betrayed by chilling phantoms false mirage of harbour lights and homesteads unreachable You […]

(We don’t understand it, but he promises us it is about clouds) Sie fliegen auf und ab, hin und her, treffen alles dieser Welt. Mal hell, mal dunkel, mal leicht mal schwer, Und manchmal auch ein Farben-Meer. Mal trifft man sie als Tiger, mal als Drachen, Und auch mal steigend auf, aus eines Menschens Rachen. […]

See the site for Colin’s poetry book, The Speed of Sight, here: www.thespeedofsight.com. And buy a copy here.   Animale del Cielo The gods are amusing each other with topiaries. Questo pomeriggio, a rampant lepre is cotton tailed by a fluffed and puffing cinghiale; Bacchus pursues a tiny ninfa which he soon consumes, only to […]

The Banality of Blue Skies They are serious about cirrus. And stratus. And cumulus. Also alto. And fracto. . There is the honored cloud of the month. Clouds that look like other things. Clouds that look like nothing else. One kind looking over the shoulder of another. They softly call attention to News that rocks […]

Dear Clouds I will lie upon my back and gaze up at you and yearn to be with you so that I could roll around in you delight in you be free in you I do Love you.

Clouds Like human fingerprints No two clouds are alike They soar in the sky like majestic towers ”turkey towers” the weatherman calls them beautiful, splendiferous, incredible, spacious, ever-mutating, crying out for attention, hungry, passionate, full of pizazz and verve. Yes, summer clouds are a delight to the eye white mushrooms of smoke set against a […]