Sky - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
It was the kind of sky born of bluest petals, as if it were once a great expanse of nothing until the flowers melted upward.
The sky was a pocket of blue laughter greeting the rolling green.
A blue petal sky of summer dreams blossoms toward a whispered constellation verse, for are not the stars a poetry told to poor, rich, young and old?
Today's sky is a blue-grey brindle with the softest accents of white.
Tucked beneath the woollen grey sky, there is a sweet warmth to the horse. He is at home here upon the heathered moor.
The sky invites the eyes to play as ever arcing birds upon wing.
Come silver-greys or floral-blues, every sky speaks to the artistic inner eye.
Sky expanded above as an ever-growing dream.
Sky arcs heavenward as the greatest basilica cupola.
The breath of sweet nature plays in the blue, up here in the sky that hugs valleys and mountains just the same.
The sky is dappled by the cloud, a beauty over our motley crew. So we rest on our backs and let our eyes gaze upward, enjoying the nothing that is everything.
Between clouds that promise rain, is a river of blue. From this sky-river comes a light that feels akin to pride, to confidence, that it will shine in any season, in any weather, the rays uniting as great beams. I imagine for a moment that they are strong enough to support the heavens above, these beams, so that we may walk with raised eyes, smiling at this beauty, thankful for the given day.
Give me the blue of the sky and I have clarity, for in that expanse of sweet calm air is a sense of freedom. The sky is both high above and touching my skin, reaching all the way to the path that sparkles with the first autumn frost. Is there anything so cleansing as this? Perhaps the river that flows, or the forest that hosts so much nature... It is what my spirit calls for, a chance to be one with so much and feel the togetherness of solitary moments, the connectedness of all living things.
Somewhere above this sky, born of the colour of summer Iris, swirl galaxies of brilliant stars. On fine days such as this I feel their energy the same way the smile of one I love infuses my soul, raises me higher. So I pause, let my feet join the serenity of quietness, and breathe. That's when I feel it all the more, sense energy from the trees, the birdsong and the very soil upon which I stand. They say the universe is all connected, as are we all, and in this moment it's so tangible, real.
I wonder if anyone noticed how pretty the sky was today, how the blue was bright and soft all at once. I wonder if they saw the serenity of the clouds that sailed by, gently passing on toward anyplace the wind wishes them to reach. I wonder if they let their eyes rest upon their white tops and follow the infinite greys that blend so harmoniously with one another, almost bluish. I wonder if they, as I did, imagined them to be Beluga whales swimming through a clean ocean, a happy family, singing, playing. If they did, I hope they felt at least a little of what I feel, a calm sense of awe as warm as sunny rays. If so, I hope they felt a tingle in their fingers and heightened senses, the heady aroma of blooms and the subtle movement of leaves, the way light reflects from both foliage and feathers. For when I tune in to these subtle and many pleasures, these everyday wonders, nature gives to me a quiet joy... and in that moment I am as happy as any queen or king has ever been.
The sky was simply a blue-tinted white that day on the ski hills. It was powder and play all day long. We all got that kind of exhaustion that brings joy, the sort happy-emotion infuse memories are made of.