Winter clouds whisking by, countering the blue sky of Soul,
as if apposed to sunshine bright. Looking to find even beauty in dark passing clouds. Looking while eye blurred, asking what is God doing?
Distant mountains with green and brown, remind of past climbs dreamed of when days were windy and bright.
Silent clouds, whispering beauty from above; listening with eye, searching for sign of true hope, wondering when this part, this solemn heart, if it will be here again.
Constructs of lines and textures, colors never really seen……whispering clouds momentarily jesting the viewer of the winter skies of Soul.