Blanket of clouds

2jan 2021

The sky knitted a blanket of clouds over the sleepy moon.. and i could only glimpse it in its yawns and stretches.. dreamy.. fragile.. compelling.. the rooster tried in vain to wake it with its morning alarm.. only making the moon snuggle deeper into the clouds.. every morning sets a fresh stage of sensorial delights.. visual poetry in my eyes.. a song in my heart.. wooing fragrances.. dance of the breeze.. taste of love.. the parrots express their joy first.. racing each other in glee.. in tune with their own presence connected with the universe.. unquestioning of their place.. unconscious of world matters.. just being.. just loved.. just uniquely universal.. the sparrows hop around in earnest conversation.. busy arranging food.. ignoring everything else in their focus, recognisant only of each other.. the sky has collected too much wool to knit these clouds and though everything went from pale to gold.. the sun has yet to walk through these unimaginable layers of wool.. the eagles are sending out relay calls for quiet.. hoping to make the world hear the advent of the sun..