Beyond the budded lattice,
creamy cloud,
impermanent
as strawberries.
Is it my fault, dear reader, that such a cloud makes me think of
strawberry shortcake?
Tag Archives: cloud
December 4.19
The grass that would be a cloud
heard that it wasn’t allowed.
“There’s troubles enough;
the world needs more fluff!”
it sniffed with an air quite highbrowed.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
January 10.19
I would touch the stone
and read its hew
as the wind has done
and dew;
as arching cloud
reaches for sea
would I yearn toward this vastness
hoping it would touch me.
With many thanks to photographer Art Lindeman.
Connections: July 11
Suddenly raindrops
I think there were ten
they plunked on the pavers
a trifling token.
I reached up to squeeze
the miserly cloud
but it rollicked away
laughing out loud.
Connections: September 21
Still
I stood with the happy dirt of the garden in my knuckles
noted the sky
marveled
at my singular place:
that lavish snowy dowager cloud
its raiment billowing winglike across the blue
was only that.
This was no explosion, no fire, no loss of home or life.
It was just a cloud.
Still
I stood and thought about that.
Why me?
Why am I so blessed? And what do I do about it?
On this International Day of Peace, I wish you, dear reader,
and me
a moment of peace
and insight into what we do with it.
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