Of course they must inspire a couple more "droplet poems" (skies are becoming a theme: see droplets-from-sky).
Rising sleep-laden still from bed
pink comfort beckons me back
to dream-land in the sky.
And the one, being camera-less, that I can show you only in words:
Strips Of Gold
If I were a giantess I would
reach to the sparkling skies and rip
each strip of gold away
and sew them into a scarf
of light to warm my neck.