my head in the clouds
the clouds in the sky
what the clouds enshrouds
is the way the sun shines
on your face
your eyes
your smile
the faint shadow
of your dimples
clearing the clouds that shrouds
so I can see
you and only you

Sheep on a grassy green hill generating,
Mirrored the clouds that peppered the sky,
Country living;
“The Great Escape” nearby!

Just look at the Trees,
Hear the buzzing of the bee's
As the birds are flying,
in the Cool, day breeze,

Feeling good and at ease,
Pollen will make you sneeze,
with No Stress or worries,
Fresh air so just breathe.

Nature's Finest of
the mountains so high,
Standing tall as if
to reach the sky,

Just walk along
the water stream,
as the water is moving
as if to a dream,

Look around at all the green,
God Creation, Is such
a beautiful scene,

The skies are blue,
The Sun is warm,
A perfect temp
Who could as for more

This is what you get
In the great outdoors

He made the Oceans
the Lands and the seas,
Animals of all kinds, and
you and me

Nature's Finest
Oh, can't you just see,
a place of
Calmness and Serenity!!!


B.R.
Date: 8/24/2025

When clouds chase my thoughts through the corridors of day,
My soul seeks its truth in the sun’s burning ray.

They murmur of realms where the veils are undone,
Where shadows are born from a brighter display.

Each drop is a flame in a robe of disguise,
That falls from the sky like a tear in delay.

I searched for still air, but the winds would not cease—
The tempest instructs in its own sovereign way.

The Self must arise where the silence is loud,
Where gold is not found but revealed through decay.

So let them pursue me, these clouds trimmed in fire,
Their chase is a summons I dare not betray.

O’ seeker, who wanders beneath the sun’s eye,
The blaze is your trial—be forged, not afraid.

Sometimes the clouds of thought gather too thick,
Blanketing the soul,
Until it forgets.....
The vast blue it once called home.

for
she, an unending gift of inspiration,
a thank you for learning me a new word
Hungry for the sharing
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Cloud-busting: Mare's tails -
"Horse tail clouds," also known as "mare's tails," are a type of cirrus cloud characterized by their thin, wispy, and streaky appearance, resembling the tail of a horse. These clouds are composed of ice crystals and form at high altitudes, typically between 5 and 10 miles above the ground. They are often associated with approaching weather changes,
particularly warm fronts, and  may signal
the possibility of rain or increased winds."

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With newly acquired knowledge,
Comes new responsibilities
No longer is a fleece flecked blue aureola sky
Just a harbinger of good tidings,
Its inner working require further investigation,
And a new concern must now,  by instigation
to be attended, by instantation

So it is.
With every column, differing opinion, advice, new knowing,
comes
Those **** burrs, that irritate but don't break the skin,
Concerning, demanding discerning, and unthinkable.
Now
Attention must be paid.
Ah,
Paid.

Perhaps trivial, perhaps not, but
The less the ignorance, the more the bliss?

We turn to each other,
And only to each other,
Whisper great fears of what yet to be,
Things so commonplace now,
As to be unthinkable!

Will our descendants ever know
A dry faucet?
Days when electricity is only available but for a few hours,
Toilets that are illegal to flush?
When when,

those
systems that with witch we pay so little heed,
we do not concern us now,
Routine, unseen, and someone else's responsibility,
Be luxuries in the future?

Can I with conscience clear see a most excellent daylight,
And not seek out, worry about, the wispy warnings of
Horse tail clouds?