clouds

This came to me when I was walking along the shoreline

 

Clouds.

Playing hide 'n seek with the sun.

Now you see it, now you don't,

 then it’s back again.

Clouds.

Puffy pillows of white and grey

Drifting silently in a sky of brightest blue.

So tall, so majestic, so mystical.

Clouds.

A sign of rain to come.

 Or snow or wind or light or shade.

Or swords of lightning that slash the ground.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Melissa]

I love the whimsy of this write. I literally feel like I could step outside and catch a ride of a huge white puffy cloud. I wonder where my travels would take me? I think the fun thing about writing is this that you have done here. It's what matters to us what we write about, therein lies the joy.