![]() MOODS OF THE SKYA Poem by Betty Hermelee![]() watching the changes![]() In splendid solitude I view the sky from my rickety front porch I sit in my borrowed wheel chair and my family works the farm so, I am the lucky one who catches all the moods of the sky my son awakens me at dawn just when the sun has enough sleep and I can twist my body to see the purple, orange, and bits of yellow glowing, what a sight, it gives me shivers, so my mood is up
Then the sun rises above those hills and the sky is blue with some wispy clouds that look like cotton candy I must turn my wheelchair a bit to watch those clouds move and they are fast I wish I could float on one of them no, I am stuck in this wobbly wheelchair but I still have my eyes, and can stare at that blue until they blur sometimes those clouds get angry, not at me, maybe someone else that is a gloomy mood, shut my eyes, swing my wheelchair around
Rain scares me even though the porch is covered, I feel like the roof may fall in it creaks and moves slightly when the rain stops, I turn my wheelchair to face an alluring rainbow which lights up the sky in in a myriad of colors then it disappears, but I can still see it in my mind’s eye
Darkness is nearly upon me can feel a cool breeze sun is tired and slowly sinks behind the hillside the family should be racing in soon for supper I cannot cook, but I certainly can eat will be sure to wait for the moon to shine in my window later
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6 Reviews Added on April 17, 2025 Last Updated on April 17, 2025 Author![]() Betty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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