AnElephantCant stop contemplating the sky
Though most folk say it is over his head
He likes to savour each drop
As he gazes up
Unless of course he’s at home in his bed
Le ciel over La Med is quite dreamlike
With the occasional wisp of a cloud way up there
Floating gently as high
As AnElephant’s eye
Or a balloon with no string and no care
The night delivers an alternative vista
Diamonds sparkling in silver moonlight
AnElephant’s eyes keenly scan it
Seeking out the Red Planet
Once again admiring Vincent’s Starry Night
This is Wee Birdy’s natural environment
Swifts and swallows perform to great cheers
Even duckies and gooses
Know thermals have their uses
An albatross stays aloft seven years
In Scotland the sky is much darker
Covered in low hanging menacing cloud
The promise of snow
Brings AnElephant woe
He knows the future may be thunderously loud
But the blue Scottish sky in the springtime
Has a gentle tranquillity all of its own
Of childhood summers he misses
When days were long and the sun always shone
Nothing but blue skies over you.
Magique et magnifique ces ciels enchanteurs.
merci. encore une fois du pur bonheur de te lire.
Merci a toi, cherie, pour ta visite et tes mots gentils.
Toujours le bonheur de te voir ici.
An elephant has done a good job with the poem. Splendid.
Thank you, Kjaula, very glad you enjoyed.
Good to see you here.
AnElephant apologises to Khaula for his sloppy typo.
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night! Your post is wonderful. A beautiful poem. Thank you! 🙂 xx
Thank you, Satchmo!
And you, sweet Penny, for your continuing praise and support.
It means a lot to hear these words from you.
I feel the same when you comment!
Ahhh…The never ending sky! I can stare at it forever.
Hypnotic, isn’t it, RoSy?
And all the tiny changes, day or night, add to the fascination.
Great post again
Thanks, Alastair, sometimes they just write themselves!
That would be handy. 🙂