Smoky Clouds.

“Artists can color the sky red because they know it’s blue.
Those of us who aren’t artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we’re stupid.” – Jules Feiffer

… the drought is causing grass fires, which makes the clouds resemble roasted marshmallows …

… a simmering sky …

… raw peacefulness <3.




by: Graeme Kin

“The crumbled soil
and wasted toil,
we look to the sky again,
but nothing’s found
no raindrop’s sound.

 As hot days pass,
sad yellowed grass,
where lushness once was seen,
grows brittle and not green.

 But none are there,
As the scorching air,
turns river’s flow to pools,
and labels farmers fools.

The year,
of doubt and tears
truly make you care,
then our egos rust
and join the dust.”

 {The End}



4 Comments to “Smoky Clouds.”

  1. CRAZY beautiful!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE the first picture!

  2. Love the quote and the descriptive words and the poem..

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