As in my last post, each of these poems was written while soaring at 30,000+ feet (these on the way to Houston!). For the previous set, visit this post. Enjoy!

Meringue clouds – 
seemingly stiff peaks – 
melt into billows
under morning’s light.

Inky islands poke through
cream fluff
landscape out my window
far above the world.

Arrows point upward,
mountains stretch,
peaks toward heaven.

             rise?

        also 

     I 

Can 

© Annabelle P. Markey