Clouds Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Clouds
Clouds of beauty
Drifting soundlessly
Going with the current
Effortlessly, endlessly
Billowing and plumping
Capturing radiant sunlight
Fluffing spacious pillows
Reaching cool fresh heights
Dispersing into a filmy veil…
Parting is remarkably slow
Revealing a sunset palette…
Wisps await the moon's glow
12/29/07
I can see you watching the clouds with this splendid imagery that you have portrayed with your words. A captivating piece Theresa.
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5/2/2024 12:58:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sometimes I think I could make a life of just watching the sky Thanks for this poem.