like so many
little fingers
pointing
rooted all the same
reaching past the sibilant wind
for the cloud-filled
azure sky
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21 comments:
Sibilant. Now isn't that a fabulous word? ....and you know what I'm thinking about that Wyeth sky.
That sky is unreal. What heaven it would be to just sit and watch that...LIVE!
Delicious!
gorgeous!
just love complicated skies. sometimes they make me trip on things on the sidewalk.
Amazing and wonderful, you've set me up for the day.
What a sky - and I love how you lead us to see the fingers pointing at it. Are you still in PEI steven?
hi bonnie - i am back from pei but the images and words represent the long tail of the experience. i'll be going back there next summer - probably for two weeks this time so i can fit in an end-to-end bike trip in the first week and then a week of r and r. steven
eryl - the summer is my favourite and best time for watching the sky. i just have to watch where i'm going. steven
nanu - i love tattered and torn up, detailed skies. i try not to be moving when i see them but if i'm on the bike - well i just mouth apologies at the people around me. steven
ahhh jinksy - yes! steven
jenny it was. the skies this summer both here and wherever i've travelled have been really lovely and at times spectacular. steven
willow - it's one of those words that doesn't get used often enough which gives it even more cache! steven
Your skies seem to be changing, Steven. More cloud activity. Change afoot?
good one steven.
That is a nice way to view it. If you had been up higher the fingers would not seem to be be reaching to the sky.
thanks ellen! steven
elisabeth - i can't say. the skies are changing and i know i am in a constant state of flux. steven
hey technobabe, true that! so i wonder if that could be extended into our perspective of anything or anyone reaching higher. steven
the sibilant wind -- now, can I remember how to spell onomatopoeia?
nicely done meri!! steven
words strung together as lovely as the grasses and clouds and clear blue sky
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