Amazingly smitten.
What kind of sunset
Will He give us today?
Sapphire skies with
Silver-lined clouds.
Or fluffy white pillows
On boundless blue.
Or perhaps clear blue
As far as the eye could see.
Intriguing since childhood
It thrills to see
How ever-changing images
Transform the skies.
Sweet are the savored
Memories of 'running clouds, '
Which formed
The countless images that
Could be called by name
(An eye, a hand, dog or shoe) .
So charming are the living,
Breathing, and ever-changing
Skies above.
(Revised 6/16/21)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem