Wheat Fields, Jacob van Ruisdael (c. 1670)
More Friend than Foe, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Looking out to the sky you caught my eye,
Ominous for sure, you’re not at all shy.
Not the least caring if I live or die,
A very dangerous craft you do ply.
Be it your desire you can start a fire,
At the moment next cause it to expire.
Or in a single flash devour any spire,
And I for one will not provoke your ire.
All rather feel the gentler side of you.
You helping with our gardens to renew,
Not much caring if it be impromptu,
And pray your help will always continue.
Angering clouds can be distasteful pain,
But to wish departure would be insane.
Frederic Church, Twilight in the Wilderness (1860)
Clouds, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Clouds of many shades of gray rushing by,
To neither church nor meeting do they fly.
They look so sad wonder if soon they’ll cry.
Should I care if they cover my blue sky?
Peering seeing faces that I once knew,
Passing silently by, all in a queue.
Why at this moment I have not a clue,
Are they all with thoughts attempting to spew?
First lightening then the thunder did come.
Then heavy down pouring of tears from some.
Wet by their many tears, I stood there numb,
Do they portend of what I may become?
Warnings of life every day we receive,
The challenge remains of which to believe.