| Nicole's Poetry Online |
| "Clouds" |
| In all shapes they come - Fluffy, happy, angry Crying Against the cobalt sky. They loom again in gray - Twirling on end; Lucky, and one can't be seen Especially on a summer's day. Other times they crowd So thick a tapestry is Woven out of Leftover thoughts. Stray images play, Cavorting in silhouette Sculpting our imagination While blades of grass Tickle Our ears like the featherdusters In the sky. The gladiators glare - They ride their chariots Near and far - Magenta, They dance in cotton dresses On the wind; Dragons take flight; The circus came - And went. |