The Clouds


United States
61° 8' 55.5684" N, 149° 48' 3.8916" W

The rolling clouds
upon the sky
wave at me
as they float by

The twist and turn
As they change form
Into beasts of old.
The ones forlorn

They join together
to hide sunlight
And like a blanket
keep us warm at night

They may release
Or they leave
to let the sun
be again perceived

They sometimes
form up in the air
Then pour down
enough to share

They start in the water,
In the sea.
Then end by the mountains
Right next to me.


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