ART AND POETRY BY CAROLINE STREET.
A poem by Caroline Street.
Clouds gently adrift on a warm day,
Not a smudge of grey,
Just daubs of white on blue.
Puffy, wispy, and feather light,
Outlined in a silvery hue,
Evanescing in the heat of the sunlight.
Semblances of bugs and blossoms evolve
Into harlequins, horses, dwarfed men
And other such wild imaginings.
The idyllic firmament is transformed
Into threatening purple and indigo,
A signature of the gathering storm.
Blobs of cloud are fattened as if by yeast
Into thundering, rolling banks,
Akin to mutating beasts.
Unable to restrain the expanding moisture within,
Torrents burst forth amidst jagged spears of lightning
And rumbles of energy colliding.
A deluge of rain o'er mountains and plains
Saturates the cracked earth,
Giving rise to nature's birth.
A brilliant new canvas emerges;
Myriad greens of forests and fields.
And colourful blurs of fresh landscapes converge,
To stir the imagination once again. ❤