Beckoning Clouds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beckoning Clouds



Rain clouds looking down at me, beckoning literally
to be written into a poem for all to read.
Touching earth ever so lightly, kissing it, wondering
with enlightened spirits how people can stand to be
rooted to the ground instead of soaring with them.

(8: 22 a.m. - 12/23/08)

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