Explore Poems GO!

Clouds

Rating: 2.6

1

Dawn. First light tearing
at the rough tongues of the zinnias,
at the leaves of the just born.

Today it will rain. On the road
black cars are abandoned, but the clouds
ride above, their wisdom intact.

They are predictions. They never matter.
Read More

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 05 May 2017

“the clouds / ride above, their wisdom intact.” so distant, detached, on their wandering..

10 0 Reply

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

7/21/2021 5:12:31 AM # 1.0.0.663