The wind rose
Black clouds poured overhead from the south
Dark rainfall threated the horizon.
Calmly
It bloomed from the boil of the ether.
High above
Over white-capped loch it unveiled itself.
Faint at first
Then blossoming to a full spectrum of glowing colour.
Framing the mountains
Charging the atmosphere
Echoed by its twin.
Suspended.
A blaze of hues upon the tempestuous matte of land and sky
Followed at length by rain.
It flickered
Faded
Then quietly vanished.
Exquisite beauty
Wrapped securely and cradled gently to the breast of memory.
Oh, how I love to wax poetic!
ReplyDeleteHi Dale,
ReplyDeleteI am doing well. Very busy, stressed and pressured but learnig well how to balance it all and stay sane. It is a journey to get to where I want to go but I do believe I am traveling in the right direction, no matter how slow.
I do seem to kepe up my dog's blog mor ethan my own. Although I may update mine a tad today. Check out my dog's blog at http://wazupwifdabrut.blogspot.com/
Dale, you never cease to amaze me. You have a glorious eye photographically. You are a talented (and I do mean talented) artist. I love the way you express emotion with words. Your descriptions are vivid and devine. I am not exaggerating or being sarcastic one bit. I am serious. Your creative expressions reveal the beauty of your soul.
: )
PT thank you Sweetie!
ReplyDeleteI know you mean it from your heart.
You're beautiful, like a rainbow.
ReplyDeleteAnd your words are too.
xx
AM
AM - This rainbow was the most spectacular one I have ever experienced!
ReplyDeletethank you
It's funny, but whenever I see a rainbow - especially a double rainbow it's always been a sign that smoother times are ahead.
ReplyDeleteHa Ha Lesley...that was the night the worst went wrong.
ReplyDeleteNever let your guard down.
But it was the most amazing evening!
ReplyDeleteA perfect example of instant karma...
Wow, gorgeous pictures, beautiful words. That first picture is especially amazing.
ReplyDeleteDo I sense a fresh optimism dawning?
Margie I hope so.
ReplyDeleteHi Dale, your back, I was concerned yesterday when I couldn't get through.
ReplyDeleteThese pictures are outstanding. I love them. June is doing very well, just wants to run amuck, but not for another week.
xx
Lovely, both the pic and the poem. One thing I miss about being in the mountains is the glorious rainbows over huge landscapes...thanks for that!
ReplyDeleteYou can't have the rainbow without the rain...beautiful pictures and serene words..back to your poetic charm..
ReplyDeleteThanks for your note, and the poetic waxing is very nice.
ReplyDeletePlease do check it all out, as I'm on a lint diet until some dough starts rollin' in.
Jon
Dale!! What wealth in both words and pictures!Your waxing poetic is inspiration for us. It is the expression of the beauty within you. It outshines even the ungliest of storms.
ReplyDeletehmmmm.....ungliest? Oh well, it's quite a nice word too, but I meant ugliest!
ReplyDeleteHi Dale,
ReplyDeleteVery poetic indeed!
One of the things I remember (and miss) most about living in the valley is the view of the lake from my place on 13th St. The picture window faced east and whenever there was a rainbow over Lake Windermere, Hayley and I had front row seats.
I've got some photos somewhere - not digital tho - the old fashioned kind :)
Your photo brought back some of those memories. Thanks.
Waxing poetic is a good thing... and far less painful than waxing your legs...
ReplyDeletethe photos are up Dale Darling, so now you can recognize me on the street!
xx