Clouds sink down the hills, but where do they go
to a white frozen land of ice and snow.
Do they go to a planet far beyond this earth
or do they meet the horizon where the tide meets
the surf.The candy floss clouds that never stop forming
in clusters on a mountain top. Where dreams of fulfilment
never stop Spring like clouds that change with the weather.
that darken the moors and play havoc with the heather.
Clouds of sadness that has no silver lineing
where hearts are sad and the world is pinning.
A cloud in a blue sky just pass it by,
but when the sky turns grey, that means rains on it's way.
A nostalgic poem, rich with imagery and imagination. I love this word picture, Sylvia. Your sister in spirit, Sandra
The elements of a great writer have not dried up here, well done sylvia another great write, Love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem about clouds, they are a good subject to write about, with endless combinations. I wrote one called 'When the Clouds are Crying' which you might like to peruse. Love Ernestine XXX