How do I know the ways of the sky?
I see the clouds pass in the wind.
I feel the sun as it caresses my face.
My garden is nourished by the falling rain.

Some imagine they can predict it all.
They believe they understand the signs.
Their words are often off the mark.
Nature surprises us over and over.

Tomorrow I will get up and see the sunrise.
I love to run through the woods.
A breeze rustles the branches and leaves.
It calms me like the restless surging of the sea.

I often find surprises in my world.
I am not bold enough to claim wisdom.
However, foolishness is not my lot either.
When I make decisions, I do my best.

Once the clouds pass the horizon,
they join the mists of memory.
I’ll be sure to watch them go.
The sky is a steady companion.

W. Wayne B.

New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: sky. By Christopher Michel [Image license]