green storm clouds – Kay Stewart photography
Tonight the storm blew in
Darkness covering the deep.
Green-sky funnel clouds
threatening everything that is
passed over, passed over
blew on past
while beauty rarely seen swept in
as morning follows night.
yellow puffs of mercy,
puffs of wonder,
yellow cotton-candy light
puffed across the sky
pushed by first-light breeze
that cooled the skin
refreshed the air and
took my breath away!
– Gordon C. Stewart, Mother’s Day, 2004
Yellow cotton-candy clouds – Kay Stewart Photography
Purple-yellow iris (Kay Stewart photography). Poem by you know who.
Sometimes I feel all blue
Sad Sorry Down
Like the Blues
A Rhapsody in Blue
When the Blues
Begin to play in me,
It happens –
Blue bursts into purple
Leaping into joy
And a burst of sun-burst yellow
Comes crashing through the blues
I feel all clean
All wet All up
Like a hymn
An ode to purple-yellow joy
This small spider’s web, tucked away in the corner of a flower box on our deck, was noticed by Kay and preserved with her camera.
When Kay showed me what she’d found with her camera, I was blown away. Very grateful. And very wonderfully small. Breathless.
Here’s what I wrote:
who are you, little i, sitting above the world so high? (e. e. cummins)
from the high perch home hammers and saws have made
on land leveled by bulldozers and gas-guzzling insect graders?
Then I see it…in the early morning sun:
the all-but-imperceptible home spun from inside a spider’s womb, wet with drops
strung like beads so small… so delicate… so light
they leave the spider’s home intact, a natural grace respecting strength and weakness – a lightness of being that does not crush or break this hidden part –
this most amazing part – of the larger Web of Life we barely see.