Owls and Orchids

I often stop and wonder why

I love to lay here watching

High up in the sky

I find it comforting

Staring so high

Upon the clouds so different

All floating by

Thin wispy streamers

Heading somewhere

Or candyfloss tufts

Just wandering by

Coloured by the sun

Pink, lemon, blue or white

And big boiling thunderheads

Ponderously hanging there

Waiting with glee to share

Rain, hail or snow

Upon my hair

All without a single care.

“O it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please.”    ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge

As children we spend hours gazing at the clouds, making stories of knights and dragons and castles with our imagination. There were angels and fairies and faces of all kinds. Summertime fun was to lay in the sun and watch the world drift by making stories of danger and romance and saving the day or being rescued. It was a world and time of possibilities, all linked to our imagination.

We seem too busy now to take five minutes and turn our face to the heavens. What delights we have denied ourselves in the name of being adults.  It is a pastime free for any to share, age is no barrier. I have watched the changing heavens and been mesmerised by the beauty, the colour, and seen the faces return for my imagination to soar. You can too.

I wish everyone “Happy sky gazing and storytelling”, a free gift with blessings for all.

Ciao, Susan x

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