Streaks across the sky
An unnatural beauty
Contrails mosaic
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Streaks across the sky
An unnatural beauty
Contrails mosaic
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Grey and sullen day
Sun muted by heaven’s cloak
From window chairs view
Birds and bees care little
Refusing to deviate
A glorious show
Playing out on natures stage
Standing ovation
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sun rises orange
Coloring its cloud canvas
Unable to warm
Winter’s hold is ever strong
‘Til spring unleashes its wrath
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~
Clouds layered thick, dark
Framing nature’s ragged face
She weeps for the sun
They are but star-crossed lovers
Counting down to reunion
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Storm clouds boiling
Thunder rattling windows
Bowling for the gods
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mushroom cloud of grey
Taking heavens center stage
~~ A storm approaches
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Unusual for its heavenly glory,
A simple yet wondrous beam of light;
All colors of the spectrum shining bright.
I would have thought it a rainbow,
But for my own eyes.
Sun outlined in a thin veil of clouds–
It could not be restrained
Spilling its multicolored hues upon the earth;
A perfect column leading straight to heaven.
Mesmerized, I gazed open mouthed,
Would I have perceived this prior,
In my haste would I have been as if blind?
Beauties claim is not staked by the material alone,
This I’ve come to realize.
I’ve opened my eyes,
I’ve opened my ears,
I’ve opened my mind,
And was astonished by the effervescent world…
That surrounds me.
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Storm clouds part to blue
Grass blades glisten emerald green
As golden sun sets
Casting a heavenly glow
All is right with the world
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cloudless sky,
Granite peaks part blue
Bright canvas.
This painting,
Brushed from an artists palette,
A true masterpiece.
~
Perfection,
Born of natures hand
Is flawless.
To compare
With the mortal works of man
Would be an insult.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Author’s Note: The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). The form is alleged to have originated in Spain. Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables. A poem may consist of one stanza, or an unlimited number of stanzas (a series of shadormas). The information above was from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadorma.