"low-level, lumpy, grey-white clouds formed in layers by convective instability" —NOAA
This speaks to this Ohioan’s soul. Beautiful.
It’s our secret, these magnificent Ohio skies. ❤️
Meg: You know I can't resist poetry. I get lost in it, absorbed in it, and I just have to wait until the storm is over, however long it takes, until I have to go back to realism. Thank you for these poems, which comprise both realism and the poetic.
I’m so glad you liked this. Means the world to me.
Very nice piece.
Thanks so much, David.
This speaks to this Ohioan’s soul. Beautiful.
It’s our secret, these magnificent Ohio skies. ❤️
Meg: You know I can't resist poetry. I get lost in it, absorbed in it, and I just have to wait until the storm is over, however long it takes, until I have to go back to realism. Thank you for these poems, which comprise both realism and the poetic.
I’m so glad you liked this. Means the world to me.
Very nice piece.
Thanks so much, David.