Poem 8.21.21 : A Cloud’s Nature

Take off intoa forest of no trees,as it bends billows and curves across my window. As we rise,sugar and salt foliage sit still in the wind bleaching the sky in white and gray. As we rise,the embers tease of heat, distant and fading;delightful lights painting the silver forest a cold dark garnet. As we rise,burntContinue reading “Poem 8.21.21 : A Cloud’s Nature”