Roads branch
into lanes
bearing fruit
of tiny farms,
a patchwork quilt.
Ten thousand feet.
Angels
blow smoke
over the hills,
settles
in ravines.
Twenty thousand feet.
A thin band
of yellow and red,
smudges
the horizon–
blue above, gray below.
Thirty thousand feet.
Angelic smoke
now covers all,
an untaut blanket
rippled with waves
frozen in time.
Forty thousand feet.
The white carpet
welcomes
His entrance,
too bright
in my window.
And holding.
@Amy, thanks. The changes in elevation just sort of fell into place, unplanned, as the plane was rising. I like when little details come together like that. 🙂
I love how you described the climb, very creative, Brock.
@Ann, no doubt about those angels in the Midwest. There’s a reason it always feels like a homecoming. 🙂
Saying farewell to the patchwork quilt of the Midwest’s tiny farms and smoke-settled ravines? I like to imagine angels active here. 🙂
@STC (Bradley), thanks for the comment!
Very cool. Ascending. Love the ending line. And also, the “angels blowing smoke”… Nice!
@lori, thanks for leaving a comment and for stopping by Lifesummit!
Very beautiful. I especially like: Angels blow smoke over the hills… I look forward to perusing as this is my first time here 🙂
@Dustus, thank you. Was a very smooth flight with lots to ponder. :)@Brian, made me laugh with your comment. 🙂 Fortunately this flight was smooth sailing.@Hope, thank you!@Glynn, appreciate that. It was cool to see the ground fog slowly change to carpet with the onset of clouds.@Desert Rose, me too. 🙂 Thanks for the comment.@Eric, thanks!@Monkey Man, thank you for visiting Lifesummit!@Steve, really appreciate it and glad it flowed well during your read.@Carrie, thank you and I appreciate the comment!
The window view is always amazing…you have captured that well! 🙂
Good imagery, great line breaks/flow.
The eagle’s perspective. Nice.Fate created my One Shot.
I high-flying One Shot, Brock!
one of the reasons i enjoy flightsin daytime or dawn, sitting by the window to play with the fluffy clouds in my mind..love it!
Things become clearer with distance – and angelic smoke covers all. Good poem, Brock.
imagery is awesome! I like this very muchgreat write!
nice write…beautiful description…and any flight i can walk away from is a good one…smiles.
Enjoyed very much how you paint the ascent into the clouds through your words—smooth flight.