Contrast

[Wildcard]

it hid itself, within itself so dense
congealed. embedded, marbled sky contains
misshapen pillows roaming constantly.
The wetness of the gusts is shiver-fuel

a breach of heaven's mood allows a ray
into this synthesis of misty air:
an iridescent specter arching. Low-
ly beings gazing up so gratefully

Original

When the clouds are like great, gray pillows and the sky is deep and ominous, life is powerful and focused like a dense blob . . . hiding itself, within itself. The air is thick and poignant with the lush smell of greens and browns. Warm, wet gusts of wind fuel the shivers of the exposed.
Then the clouds open, allowing the sun for a rare moment. An iridescent specter arches overhead; a wondrous play of refracted light appears. The beings gaze from their perches and always seem grateful.