I love watching the sky
From dawn to dusk,
Clouds open doors in pockets of light
Drifting in many blue spaces
Becoming dark and then bright again.
A symphony of time.
The opened expanse peppered with birdsongs
Forming lines miles ahead
To a chorus of shapes.
And sunsets display primaries in layered hues.
A silken backdrop laced with a sea of stars
In a nighttime dance shows
A cosmic web which awakens the senses
To a winter long as years,
Still, as the seasons speak
In the language of the day.
Poem, Watching the Sky, and artwork, Moonlight Sonata, by Marsha Solomon