Skywriter -

The day nears an end, as the downflow wind starts to swirl and blow,
I look up as the light suspends, the inverted pressure is at a evening low,
The orange blue skies palette is streaked jetstream white, its a skywriter !
Triggering my thoughts instantly, antiquated, an old memory enlightener.

Days of old, days of green grass on our backs, upwardly cloud gazing,
Whats that in the sky ? A skywriter making a white trail, curiously its amazing !
We also look at the clouds and shapes, is that Charlie Brown, or Scooby Doo ?
Shapes and thoughts, in the minds of us, on our backs looking up, me and you.

Times experiences rise and set, round and round the Earth, and sometimes back again,
But some things like skywriters, and guessing shapes in the clouds, certainly do remain,
When I see a skywriter like this evening, I think back and remenisce, into my history,
I remember who I was with, in the green grass, upwardly gazing, into skyward discovery.

So some sunset look upwards, at skywriters and cloud shapes, to view the setting sky,
Look up with a friend, discover and make memories, in your minds to recall later, if you try,
It is strange, that many years later, when I look up into the evenings, orange blue skylight,
I see the same skywriters and cloud shapes of our past, circling the Earth, in a prior twilight.

D.M. Beebe