Low-Anchored Cloud

May 14, 2010

On a recent trip to Michigan to celebrate my daughter, Amy’s graduation, I was spellbound by the low-lying clouds in the sky.  As Amy was chauffeuring me around all weekend I found myself snapping away uncontrollably.  Here’s a sample, although it doesn’t come close to the real thing.

I have come to discover that one of the perks of getting older is a return to the depth of love we felt for nature as a child.  Experiencing that as an adult is a gift and so I find myself, being a city girl, seeking it out more and more.  Forget the tornado siren that was blaring or the impending rain,  I thought I had died and gone to heaven seeing those clouds!

As synchronicity would have it, I came upon this poem by Thoreau quite by accident.  Or was it???

Low-Anchored Cloud (Mist)

 Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain-head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the daisied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The Bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers,
Bear only perfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men’s fields!

 – Henry David Thoreau

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