Grey bellied clouds hang teasingly overhead,
keeping one wondering if they will release their load,
and refresh the patchwork land beneath their gaze.
Some playing dodgems with the sun, forcing it to hide
behind them, lighting their top sides with gold.
If only one could climb those white soaring cumulonimbus
and look down on the greenness of our earth.
How we would appreciate such creations, that give us life sustaining
showers and shade from the daytime heat,
and luxuriate in the enlightenment of the view.
© Ernestine Northover
good enlightened vision...we are helpless dependants of nature, the super relative...
I JUST LOVE THIS >>>>> 'Some playing dodgems with the sun, forcing it to hide behind them, ' That has such a fluid feel to it Ernestine *WOW* Love duncan X
A splendid read Enlightenment, this poem you've written - eloquent! ! *10*! ! Best always! Friend Thad
Ernestine, I loved that last stanza. I don't know about the daytime heat, but I've felt plenty of their showers of late. Another great poem. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. Hugs David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love how you gave personality to the clouds. Another beautiful poem.