Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Landscapes or Seascapes

Cee’s challenge this week was landscapes or seascapes, but I’m going to do something a little different and post images of skyscapes that resemble seascapes 🙂

On my trip to Vegas, our flight was delayed a total of 4 hours, so what was supposed to be a noon flight ended up being a late afternoon flight where I got to see the sunset in the sky. It was an amazing view and probably the only thing beneficial about our flight delay (being stuck at the crowded LA airport for 3 hours).

I hope you enjoy these.

Sunset in the sky with foam-like waves
Sunset in the sky with foam-like waves
Thrashing waves in the sky
Thrashing waves in the sky

Black Birds

Going on an evening stroll,
step by step,
swinging my arms,
twisting my torso,
loving the movement,
feeling the freedom,
listening to mellow melodies
of instrumentals.

I watch black birds
swirl in the sky,
flying in harmony,
dancing in rhythm
loving life,
living freely
in the pink-blue sky.

My Brush with Beauty

I am but an element
in nature’s canvas,
a mere splash of paint,
insignificant
compared to the fire bird
looming above me.
Its orange wisps
breathing energy
into the sky.

I see a beak,
perfectly defined,
connecting to
a textured chest
of feathered clumps
that dissipate
into the sky,
spreading wispy wings
and a fiery tail.

A life force of energy
weaving above me,
orange, pink, white
breaking into
the blue, blue sky.

Mesmerizing,
captivating,
the fire bird soars
through shadows
and silhouettes,
beyond houses and trees,
through mountains
to the horizon,
passed you and me.

The fire bird lives on
forever through time,
captured on
the canvas
of my mind.

Beauty in Silence

I hope everyone had a great Valentine’s Day last Friday.  To help you continue some of that romance, I’d like to share a sweet love poem with you.

Beauty in Silence

On a wooden bench,
we sit
with our endearing
shadows.
Your arm
around my shoulder,
my head on yours.

Fuzzy cashmere
brushes my cheek
as we watch
cars zoom by –
a flash of metal,
a puff of dust.

A squirrel scurries
across the lawn
as the sprinklers
turn on
with the scent
of Spring.

The breeze ruffles
your hair.
Tulips waver
side to side.
Leaves float
to the ground,
a gentle sound.

The sky changes colors,
the sun drops down
as your breathing
joins with mine.
Watching
the world go by.

Watching the World Go By