Candy Cane Clouds

Until one day,
clouds stretched long across the dimming horizon.
Ice crystals hovered above a somber sun
lowering into abyss.

Not all would be dark,
as arid winter's eminence produced
intense dying light painting a long, cotton vault
like red candy twists.

I couldn't even reach for a camera to capture;
the window imprinted the tinted impression of my face.
I'll always recall, a surreal eve envisioning
candy canes in clouds.


12 lines
free-form(ed), story poem

Writer's Cramp Prompt to use title: 'Candy Canes And Clouds'.

The irony is the only image captured is by the window, reflecting a pale, holographic me in that view finder.