Comfort in the Clouds

by

Sunnyone

Clouds...
floating lazily up the misty channel...
Kissing the tops of still snowy mountains,
then dipping back down...
To drink,
from the deep green glacial waters...

They’re peaceful somehow...like a blanket,
masking our world from the searing sun...
Today, they are dripping a soft rain,
on the newly blossomed tulips...
Washing the brightness back to the brilliant hues,
that were dulled by traffic dust...

I always enjoyed clouds...
Their shapes providing my imagination with stuff,
to dream on...
Different shapes, always changing, nothing permanent...
They taught me, early on, to welcome change...
To jump right in , then shape the changes to fit my world...

Clouds...comforting on days when the sun just wouldn’t fit...
They comforted me on the day my Grandmother died...
And on the day our dog, Sara, went to sleep,
with her dear head in our laps...
The sun would have dried the tears,
that we needed to shed...

The clouds have always been there...
They caress the earth with fingers of mist,
moving and changing as she spins...
Sometimes dangerous...sometimes destructive...
But always natural...
Always just out of reach of man’s power...
Aloft...
Aloof...
and rising...
Above...

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by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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