Clouds

Clouds

drifting across the sky

in imaginary forms

 

Clouds

making imaginary images

that only the mind

can put together

 

Clouds

of varying shades

and shapes

 

Clouds

metamorphosing

 

Clouds

morphing

into the unknown

 

Clouds

metamorphosed

 

Clouds

floating

like the Goodyear blimp

off on the horizon

 

Clouds

lost

shapeless

meeting

and reforming

 

Clouds

like foam on the ocean

endless and everlasting

but empty in their

subtlety

 

Clouds

like cotton candy

pink then white

shifting shades

of gray

 

Clouds

filled with rain

or as

ephemeral

as infinity

ethereal

everlasting

◄ And The Making of New Memories

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keith jeffries

Wed 11th Jul 2018 13:39

Bruce,
Thank you for this exquisite poem. I love trees and clouds, Your descriptive use of the language conjures up the imagination to see more of their beauty.
Keith

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