Sky Painting Poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

Sky Painting



I’m watching shape-shifters
way up high,
strange lovely paintings
made by sky

misty populations floating,
always changing, sometimes emoting
raining tears for our parched land,
to bring new life to bare, dry sand

they come and go within the skies,
reflect their magic in my eyes,
and as they go, new clouds arise

(2004, Los Lunas, New Mexico)

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