The long view through the clouds.
Not noticed by kids playing games below.
Or by cat scampering across your lawn.
Nor by you in your in-doors escape
or your too early, mid-day yawn. But there it is...
way through that patch to the one beyond.
A variety not captured by any other day
at any other hour.
On the run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem