Changing.

[Fay Slimm]

Dappled sky,
white-ruffled and fluffed
like meringue pie
trapped in cold oven.

Streaked twilight
night-stained and greying
like unbaked rye
cake pierced by fine rain.

Wind-sheeted shore
wet-slaked and changing
like long-boiled water
means storm on the way.

[Stella]

if we looked up more often we would see some wonderful changes happening right through the day.

You have captured the changing hues of a stormy sky so well here Fay...

[Tom Balch]

The soul of the storm painted beautifully with your words, Fay.

[Seema Chowdhury]

Storm on the way..... Yes beautifully composed, sounds very real