Paul Butters

Clouds - Poem by Paul Butters

The clouds play out their dramas,
As they scurry across the sky.
All shapes and sizes,
Even faces,
In my mind's eye.

They hug the hills with mist sometimes,
Or blend into golden, blood-red, blue tinged

Cloud castles,
Ocean liners on a pure glass sea.
An endless variety of forms,
From dull featureless grey
To swirling poetry.

Different every day.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 2, 2012

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