Speaking of broken hearts
and mended fenced in mem'ries  
I am painting skies
of tangerine, saffron
& an illuminated lilac hue
against the starkly contrasted crisp cornflower blue, stretching canvas that is
along with all the
other blindingly beautiful colors of a twilight sky

And those dripping cotton candy stratospheric clouds
Ice crystals freezing into supercooled
water droplets
Streaking the sky in cirrus whispers
..I hear them whisper, "hello"...

Blinding beauty
through unadulterated sunlight
I am fleeced like a lamb
watching in awe,
..in wonder
then stomping sounds
of coming thunder,

Finding depth and height
out  in the stratosphere
Blinded by the
After Light
or afterglow
affected by the amount of haze
I'm in a daze
...as I am reaching

High above the fading light
of a brilliant early fall sunset
I take a big breath
of that sumptuous air
and twirl my skirted legs
my painted toes
where I know
I am back
to solid ground

Appreciating the last time
I say sleep well
to you  my dear
summertimes sweet mem'ries
and the fun we had this year.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Today’s cloud is a rainbow
Dark blue
Light blue
Orange
Pink
With white
Outlines

Some clouds are Pentecostal fury
Orange cotton burning
With daylight’s rage
Swirling and smoking
Working themselves
Up into a storm of retribution

The clouds descend
Bluish grey beasts
Swallowing
The skies
Consuming
All things in sight
Leaving nothing
But a lone tree
To stand against
The rain and sleet

They ask for a chance to look at the world with naked eyes
The world filled with beautiful things like cloudless skies
The way how clouds play games with the mighty sun
Who throws away its powerful beams to give them a fun

That was the summer where flowers bloom and decorate the world
Where boys fall in love with gorgeous girls with hair that is curled
Flowers falling down the way how trees show their proud
The uppest branch full of flowers likes to kiss the cloud

When warm breeze touches the skin comes a sweet feeling
All the wounded souls to recover, it's like a healing
Everywhere randezvous with roses for lovers
All are nice and feel like heaven but whose all powers

Let me know the composer of music I've overheard
Is it the tiny little nightingale nature's music bird?
Honour of the opera fascinating also goes to her
Who sang the long opera for her crush,Oh!my sir!

Feel the freedom of running on the greenish grass
While the sun beams kiss your skin and reveal the brass
Get the chance to touch the leaves with naked foot
Oh! The funny sound when you go through the wind and it really suit

Eyes** closed
Hands
Opened wide
Barefoot
A sunshine gown.
Standing on
The greenish meadow
Nothing
But me and the air
Raindrops
Falling swiftly
Just a dream

The great river is blue
Like the rain, God's tragic blue tears
The river is sorrow's slave