fuzzied 3rd Hood

my third morning here in the Gardens

but, in rain and heavy skies,

my first sunrise and it has the glory

of a celebratory chapter in my waning life

brilliant folds of white and gold among

the purple, and, above, intense indigo

with Mt. Hood jagged beside the tallest

pine tree, except its north face fuzzied

by clouds severed as they drifted south

water droplet communities disunited

by granite

night’s lingering indigo

night’s lingering indigo

 low clouds muted

by night’s lingering indigo

smother the valley below me

creating a backdrop

for the stark juxtaposition

of white frost on field and roof

against the ebony-green of stands

of pine and fir

Aurora masked

my mysterious joy, Aurora Borealis

was vivid from Texas to New York

but our Pacifici Northwest, socked in

with mist and clouds, afforded me

no view of those eerily moving lights

that touch me deep within to remind

me to maintain humble perspective

dark night of fall

 dark night

as the huge, full, near

harvest moon

submits to cowering

in earth’s growing shadow

and stars and constellations

flicker and dim beyond

our accumulating fog

and autumn rain clouds

snag-bruised clouds

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snag-bruised clouds hov’ring

near drought-shriveled stalks endow

beads of survival

odd dome

 in the dark before dawn

near portland’s west hills

a low cloud lit from below

hovers like an odd dome

eerie, disquieting not to know

what it is or how it came to be

full moon entangled

full winter moon entangled

in yellowish, green-gray, eerie clouds

fighting with brilliance to be free

of the fear those hoverers over earth

engender in mere mortals looking up

pale sky, gem blue Pacific

pale sky, gem blue sea

wisped clouds, rippling with waves

reflecting, refracting light between both

hints of rainbows in crest mists

functioning as in the eons

without the interference of humans

hungry colors

streaked purple-indigo clouds flung

rude across the struggling dawn’s

as yet undercooked pinks

and mushroom beige yellows

ravenous to devour sunrise

turning livid

 burnished, bruised orange and gold

oozing between layered purple clouds

resting for breath on the eastern horizon

over minutes, climbing, seeping mauves

capturing bluing sky and gray clouds

infuriating them with scarlet

reach to the heavens, livid for needing

to bleed the sunrise into day

fat colors

 something more than the pale purple

dense cloudy sky

something about the color of earth

objects themselves

trees, grass—fattened

thicker as though osmosis

had already taken on water

and changed their reflective surface

even before the clouds had dropped

their rain

dis-covering dawn

ribbons of fire-orange slither

between blue-black clouds

insistent upon announcing

life’s blanketed dawn

landing in Italy

setting down out of the clouds

we had our first glimpse

of the sea edge of Italy’s knee

fields of intermingled oblongs

of field, a few guarded by hedges

and December-green trees

and thick-walled, multi-story

farmhouses picturesque as antique

oil paintings anticipating our adventure in Rome

not above question

at 34000 feet the clouds a fleecy blanket

moon-enchanted to pearly gray-white

Mt. Jefferson a looming black triangle

penetrating the woof and weave

occasional eerie glows haunt the pattern

as cities’ fear to yield to night’s darkness

pierces what Nature had enjoyed for eons

human ingenuity using energy against

what has long sufficed for uncertain gain

hoped-for relief

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 gentle dawn snuggling

cool-wrapped clouds, hoped-for relief

of heat smothered fields

layered sunrise

thunderous blue cloudbank wedged upward by pink-purples

a tier of magenta and another of orange-gold

each layer succeeded by brighter rose-golds infused

with incipient sunlight,startling with promise

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from my foothill of the Coastal Range with Mt. Hood just awakening.

regal dawn

dawn fog lingering

in the valley

wraps itself in purple tints

to watch storm clouds

sundered by rolling gold

of the day’s arrival

bouncing rain

as though each cloud had a separate mind

individual ideas of what the climate should bestow

the drops are flat and then elongated

become this minute hard and bounce

off pavement, windshield

the wipers only add to the confusion

of an april afternoon of this oddest spring

showoff storm

showoff storm

watercolor sky

and seascape

changing in the hail

wind gusts causing gulls

to land like drunken sailors

and ruffling tail and wing

feathers as they huddle

on the beach

sudden torrents of rain

beating, roiling sand

beneath the surface

to muddy gold-brown

churning the water

into foam white and gray-green

purple-blue in the shadows

of black-purple-gray clouds