On the skies - Life's Picture

Frontal patterns fold again, intermittent play-
ing isobars, jumping, creating haze.
Lumb'ring, they stick out their chests, emblazoned
all with chivalric crests, marching to the fray.
Anabatic activity: the bray
of loud thunder - lightning springs its webbed maze.
Dreadnoughts of the sky fire broadsides to raze,
with ionic fire, on dark lands they play.
Cool rain thunders on rooftops - the earth's prize;
sent down through sewers, avoids parched ground. By
these drains lurks man's pervading art - despised
by nature and those men who say they're wise.
But nature's is the purer art - the artist whom I
most admire is the one who paints the skies.

SiKee, '90