As the Wind Paints the Sky
I love to see it
swirl the sky
the wind
which works
invisibly
its brushstrokes
teasing forth
new forms
from clouds
that run like
paint jars
spilled
across the canvas
of the blue:
a mouse becomes
an elephant
the duckling swims
into a swan
or snakes unravel
into air
then faces shape up
everywhere
or circles widen
into eyes.
At dawn
the phoenix might arise
with wings of fire blinding wide
as other figures spring and glide
between the heavens
and my mind.
At any moment
one may find
the tiger,
rose,
a sword,
or heart
as wind exhibits
endless art.
As the Wind Paints the Sky © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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101 words. Art Among the Clouds theme challenge prompt - link:
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2791178-Photo-prompt-Art-among-the-clouds
Submitted: October 28, 2021