by M. M. Kolf
I saw the work of the angels at play
Cotton ball clouds, shimmering and white
Lined the sky from north to south
And filled it in from east to west.
One evening, I saw in the horizon
A most curious Child’s display
Random brush strokes wide and long
Slate slashed boldly across the view.
Now I see beauty in a summer storm
An enraged green sea spirals above
Opposing winds churn and whirl the nimbus
A strange fierce loveliness to behold
And after the storm, when all is still hushed
Seraphic color deflects from heaven
Skies light up to a gold that glows
On trees and fences and yards and homes
Just beyond the sharp black trees
Bright burnished copper bleeds into the gold
Fresh color to me, like a neon orange,
As bright in the sky as fire at night.
And in the horizon, mountainous clouds
Peach colored and lined with bright gleaming orange
Ignite in flame at the touch of the sun
Flames doused in minutes when night is brought on.
