Painting the Sky

[Mark A Becker]

i. Painting the Sky
It comes into view
in near slow motion-
a startling scene, sublime
formations- stunning
starling murmuration.

It defies all sense
of gravitation, shape shifting
clouds whose permutations
whirl, and weave
a fascination.


ii. Simple Pleasures
What a pleasing thing
it is to see this sweeping
airborne artistry
flowing from
a swirling brush.

I guess it was just lucky
me, observing wordless
poetry
on October skies
at dusk.


iii. Putting Down the Brush
They settle on the trees
like dust, to focus
all their concentration
on much raucous
conversation.

Then call, by call
til none at all, their noises
fade to the silence
of cold night-
fall.