We had a spectacular storm early on Tuesday evening. It took place after dinner, blowing in on winds from the west. I ran outside with my phone and small camera to take photos of the clouds lit with the sun from behind. A gentleman, who is a friend of a friend, told me in a social media comment that I couldn’t keep the clouds – that they were from the Dakotas. Still, I considered them a gift. The photos and comment inspired the following poem.
You blew in from the West, From the Dakotas, I'm told. Not a gift, but carrying a story of old. On the wings of the winds From Fargo through Mankato to Winona, Then, here. You arrive in my Wisconsin backyard, without stirring fear. Colors so bright, for a cloud, it seems rare. Causing me to grab my camera, And, follow you anywhere. To the East, North, South, and West, I went taking photos along the way to just pick the best. My Dakota Clouds will be kept for future days of gray, for me to bring out when I need some color sent my way. © Draft, Carol Labuzzetta, 2021
You never know where inspiration will come from. Although much of my work is inspired by nature, the inspiration for this piece came from a written reaction to my storm photos from last Tuesday night.
Today is Poetry Friday. Our round up host this week is the wonderfully artist Michelle Kogan. Please stop by her page for some wonderful poems and artwork! Thank you Michelle!