I've always been
Awed by clouds,
Those wistful messengers
Of moisture,
Gliding over the trees
On Mother Nature's trapeze.
Sometimes
From their various shapes,
I think that God
Might be making crepes
That rise and fall
From His windward call.Be that as it may,
It makes me want
To stay
Under canopies of cotton
And watch this myriad mist.Whispering to and fro,
I've seen them
Pause and anchor
Occasional rainbow...
A transient sight
Where mist and light
Kiss and blush
From such splendid height!A cloud's sojourn
Of silence
Across the cheeks
Of Gaia's face
Will never in my mind
Be considered
Commonplace.So stop, look up
And wonder
About cloud's relationship
With thunder...
Quiet versus noise;
Maintaining graceful poise
While storms split them asunder.MEBH/@Copyright 8-98
