The Invisible Sky

"The Invisible Sky"

Invisible sky

with clouds far off, too far to see, potential for rain

meteorologist predict, 50%chance

natural spring water

oozes from the earth, floating insects struggle

soon dead, drowned in the purest sense

falling leaves

soak into a darkened earth, tantalizingly delicious

centipedes and earthworms dance in round-about ways

a figure pronates

by rotten trees, eating a bologna sandwich

internal discussion on climate change, and the weather

phantasmagorical clouds

filtered through the autumn’s foliage, greens, yellows, reds and blues

float unnoticed overhead, speak

no words, no language

just leaves, and branches and time, surround me

take it all in, touch my eternal soul

hovering again

no one sees me, looking, above the trees

at the invisible sky

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Personal note on the poem: sometimes after a day in the bush all by myself I reflect on what I saw and sometimes, when I am lucky, a line pops into my head. This then leads me to start writing and I follow where my fingers take me. Most of the time the journey never ends where I think it is supposed to go once I start writing. Enjoy your own journey and where your thoughts take you too....