Thursday, 7 November 2013

Cloud Cycle

  
by Nancy Snipper

 


There's a cloud up there

and it's awfully grey.

Puffy circles frown in dismay.

Drift, drift

through another day,

Along with others

who have nothing to say.

Float, float

Every which way.

Let the tempest come
And lightning flash.
Strike it quick,

Nothing lasts.

Parts

Fall away

And drown

In space.
 
Lo! There's another one
waiting
To take its place.