Friday, March 4, 2011

cloud mothers


the sky is softening

there's a thickness to the light


closer to the ground

ice gathers
into hovering lace sheets
that melt into songs
and poems
telling the stories of their
cloud mothers


13 comments:

Rima said...

Songs about their cloud mothers
beautiful words Steven! :)

Shaista said...

Brian at one stop poetry says we should write about spring things and dance like happy green clovers but your ice and cloud poem is too beautiful to not be written, march can wait for your green poems :)

Pauline said...

that last group of lines is pure poetry!

steven said...

rima!! thankyou. nature sings about itself in its processes. steven

steven said...

shaista!! hello! i see brian's perspctive while walking through, seeing, hearing, smelling and feeling the very much still-present presence of winter! it'll be weeks or even a month or so before any green makes its presence felt here. i'm alright with that! steven

steven said...

pauline - purity is a place i have so little experience of in my own creations. thankyou.steven

ellen abbott said...

sweet.

Friko said...

Watching for the small signs, that's what it's all about.

hope said...

:)

steven said...

thanks ellen. steven

steven said...

friko - i see things so incrementally that they are seen as small signs. steven

steven said...

hope * steven

Jo said...

Yes, the cloud mothers making lace to spread out on the ground...how perfect.

I have the image of my aunt and mother sitting together "tatting" lace when I was a child. It looked very like the delicate ice in your photos.