a trove

a trove of bright gold
glitters in the deep cloud bank . . .
sunbeams break and run

their bright calls

after the thunder
a brilliant crease in the clouds . . .
kites make their bright calls

tweets and tweedles

passing sycamores
filled with bird tweets and tweedles . . .
clouds lit high above

stand by corner

morning glory fence
rounding the stand by corner . . .
a glory hole sky

my eyes

fiery orange light
ignites the dawn horizon . . .
everywhere, my eyes

heart is beating

dark convective clouds
pulsate in the desert sky . . .
the heart is beating

you look

this bright crescent moon
shines silver on a pink veil . . .
you look and we see

bone dry

heavy leaden sky
got the goods but has a plan . . .
bone dry city streets

cirrus grow

gossamer cirrus
grow, wispy crystalline white
across the wide blue

dreams light

the moon sheds its tears
silver bright on wispy clouds
as morning dreams light