Poetry | Clouds Awakening

By , February 4, 2025
An old fashioned metal windmill stands above a field against a sky of pink and blue clouds at sunset
(Photo by Berta Aug)

Clouds Awakening

Clouds awakening on my horizon

A horizon of pink

Blue

Tufts of mellow goodness

Floating

Like angels

Ethereal

Blessing Spirit above

Blessing

Below us

On earth

Moving gracefully

Clouds

Shifting themselves

Across the horizon

Shifting ever

So slowly

Grey entering the mix

Blue fades

Pink still reticent

Carrying

Worries

Cares

Prayers

Downward

Upward

With time immortal

Orange undertones

Capture them all

Supporting

Greys above

Like hands

Drifting upward

Cupped

Like a soft, still embrace

Rocking

Like a baby’s

Cadence

Watch now

O so subtle

As colors drift

Away, away, away

Sensing

Anticipation 

For

Another

Sunset-filled day

 

Squeaky

As I clamor toward the inevitable

Snow shovel

Guiding my five cats off the doorstep

I notice a need for WD

40

To grease my necessary implement 

To tackle

The first 

Snowfall of the season

 

O, I tell myself

Facing a mere four, wet, sticky

Inches of white stuff 

Does not mean

I have to retreat completely 

From a warm

Cozy 

Livingroom

 

For I can relish in the fact that

While a first snowfall 

Has graced my

Doorstep

And kicked my kittens from their perch

It means that spring

Is even closer to our very

Nature-filled existence

 

Snow:  you are welcome

For you pave

The way toward

Spring

         © Berta Aug 2025

 

Root River Current’s coverage of the arts is made possible, in part, by the voters of Minnesota through a grant from the Southeastern Minnesota Arts Council thanks to a legislative appropriation from the arts & cultural heritage fund.

Contributor

Berta Aug

Global travel and nature inspire Berta Aug’s poetry and prose. She resides in the wooded valley of Buffalo Grove near Preston, MN.
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