Today was dreadfully cold and hugely windy, or so it seemed considering I’d finally shifted to living like winter was a thing of the past. It was a typical early spring day in Central Oregon with plenty of sunshine chased by just as many clouds; their shapes shifted into various abstract sculptures carved by raging high level winds: bows and flows of angels hair, and ice cream castles everywhere…  It spit snow for a while, then came a smattering of hail, then back to sunshine; all of it accompanied by the wind.  It made for perfect conditions to stay indoors and work all day, which is just what I did. Of course I kept humming the classic Joni Mitchel song. Since I don’t sing well it works better as a poem.

 

 

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere, i’ve looked at cloud that way.
But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone.
So many things i would have done but clouds got in my way.

 

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions i recall.
I really don’t know clouds at all.

 

Moons and junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real; i’ve looked at love that way.
But now it’s just another show. you leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know, don’t give yourself away.

 

I’ve looked at love from both sides now,
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions i recall.
I really don’t know love at all.

 

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say “i love you” right out loud,
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, i’ve looked at life that way.
But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say I’ve changed.
Something’s lost but something’s gained in living every day.

 

I’ve looked at life from both sides now,
From win and lose, and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions i recall.
I really don’t know life at all.