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I am cloud-addicted.
I found them some of the most amazing nature wonders of our planet.
They float above our heads with grace and nonchalance, so elegant and moody, capricious and unstable.
One has to look at them with loving eyes. They change their shapes and colors and in doing so they affect us all, imperceptibly .
I can stop anything i might be doing if a cloud catches my attention. And this happens very often.
Specially when i drive, they seems to call at me. And this is not good, as you might imagine..:-)
These pictures have been taken in two different days.
It's my favorite outdoor hobby....cloud hunting.
I just steal a little of their beauty. Like having one of those Victorian butterflies collections....only ..i didn't have to nail them down with a needle.
I am so crazy about them that i've even joined a site all about clouds....music, blogs, pictures, art, poems, books.....all about clouds.
Like these poems......
Colors of the Heart
There is a kind of hope that lifts your heart
on wings that cannot fray
like the color of a morning sky
that is turning toward the day.
There's a kind of freedom in the mind
through which all can be done
like the color of an eggshell sky
around a summer sun.
There's a kind of grief that holds you close
and makes friends with the pain
like the color of a cloudy sky
that's dreaming of the rain.
There's a kind of dark excitement with
a savage ancient song
like the color of an autumn sky
whose winds blow cold and strong.
There's a kind of vision in the soul
that sees from far to soon
like the color of a clear night sky
that holds a waning moon.
There's a kind of fury in the blood
that beats the battle drums
like the color of a stormy sky
before the blizzard comes.
There's a kind of easy peace that takes
you down in sweet repose
like the color of an evening sky
that is shedding all her clothes.
There's a kind of love that lights your way
although its time is past
like the color of a predawn sky
that breaks night's hold at last.
© Elizabeth Barrette
Emily Dickinson: The clouds their backs together"
The Clouds their Backs together laid
The North begun to push
The Forests galloped till they fell
The Lightning played like mice
The Thunder crumbled like a stuff
How good to be in Tombs
Where Nature's Temper cannot reach
Nor missile ever comes
And this one too......
Clouds by Rupert Brooke
Down the blue night the unending columns press
In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,
Now tread the far South, or lift rounds of snow
Up to the white moon's hidden loveliness.
Some pause in their grave wandering comradeless,
And turn with profound gesture vague and slow,
As who would pray good for the world, but know
Their benediction empty as they bless.
They say that the Dead die not, but remain
Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth.
I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these,
In wise majestic melancholy train,
And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas,
And men, coming and going on the earth.
What did i tell you?
I am a cloud nuts.
If you have pictures or thoughts, memories and silliness about your own clouds, feel free to share them here....:-)
