The sky could not be bluer
turquoise and ocean and bright summer day
captured on the snow piled like icing on the trees,
but on the horizon
a wall of charcoal grey
hints at a blizzard on its way.
I watch through the window and hope
I’m home before it hits.
Shawn L. Bird 
ah, nothing like the approach of a storm. Once I was in just the right spot to watch one pass me by. Stars above, giant thunderheads went galumphing by a few miles off…
if it was me, i’d have left off the last line. (i know, i know, that’s the whole point of it)
🙂
In the north country, a wall of grey brings lots of white. In the desert southwest, a wall of black brings a ton of brown dust.
Yes.
I am enjoying your expression🤗! It feels very joyous to me. Thank you for sharing.