What Wonders

So up we fly, up through the snow

The ground in grey and white below

Till all that’s left is a golden glow

Of all the world I’ll ever know

What wonders will she show

What wonders will she show

Celestial lights and moon’s good glow

The clouds with violent undertow

Till stars above and lights below

Are all that I could wish to know

What wonders will she show

What wonders will she show

Of sky and Earth and winds that blow

Of ground that sleeps and storms that grow

So up I fly, up through the snow

What wonders will I know

What wonders will I know

Apologies for the delay, everyone. It’s been busy.

The above started with the couplet: “7 miles up and through the snow  / The world is Hades down below.” I was leaving Detroit and there was snow and low clouds. From above, the thin clouds  glowed pale yellow and grey because of all the light from the cities and suburbs. It was alluring and otherworldly, and so I let my rhyming mind roam unchecked.