From spring's soft cape gently blows wandering clouds.
Cool winds create billowing wisps in gentle airs
Casting moving shadows in green fields below.
And in fields of golden corn prickly ears do blow.
To large towering clouds, cumulonimbus, spiralling,
Swirling, growing rain clouds getting heavy, ready
To drop their contents onto the earth below. Hail,
Thunder and lightning. A spring festival of rain.
No more deep shadows of winter, Snow clouds now gone,
A distant memory of snow and cold days and even colder
Nights where sheep stood frozen in fields of frigid earth
Now give way to warmer dryer days, this start of spring's birth.
nicely worded poem David. no more deep shadows of winter snow clouds now gone, means spring is in the air. nice
well described poem, praising the clouds who bring smile and give the msg. of removal of the withering cold.
Glad to see you in the spotlight again, my friend. I hope all is well.
Yes! All kinds of clouds! But especially gentle puffy clouds assuming shapes of animals and magical things. Great as always! Congratulations!
Very nice. Congratulations on once again being selected as member poet of the day!
Spring is never too far when winter comes, but nothing beats the beauty of Spring after a long cold, icy winter.... Your poem presents this feeling beautifully, maybe it also shows how after a turmoil in one's life comes a point when they recover from the lows and gradually prepare themselves for the warm, beautiful days again.. A very well-crafted poem with use of wonderful images and very, very quality language.. Eloquent, sharp, vividly beautiful.. A great write David.. Thorougholy enjoyable. Thank you for sharing, and congratulations on being the poet of the day: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem indeed read and try to steal the idea Mr.DAVID as I am busy to compose Cloud Gatherer