A Poem from Up Above

On my flight from Calgary to Los Angeles, looking out of the window... It was as if Lady Earth was wearing a veil, trying to hide her glorious face......Inspired by the view, this poem was written in flight.......

As the moon hesistantigly fades away

With only the clouds still

Dawn spills a palette of colours on to the sky

Soon I shall take a break from my dreams

And rise from the comforts of my bed

As I step on to the courtyard,

Leaves in a riot of colours blow across

Wind caresses my hair

While I wait in all stillness

The ocean shimmers and watches me

with her gleaming eye

as a flurry of waves scurry across her belly

As the hours slip through

Strings of sunlight and shadows from the apple tree

scale across my window

I realise

I belong to these fields

I belong to this glory called nature

With the sky as my mother

and rest of the elements that share my blood

I, the observer

watch the colours drained away by day

that the end of night and the onset of dawn bring...