Saturday, December 12, 2009
Clouds Are Not Strangers
Clouds fell on the ground tonight.
Crossed the road in front of me.
Fell kind of through me. yes.
Serenaded trees that grow here.
Convinced them of their fragrance.
Declared that I am laughable. yes.
Why do clouds have right-of-way?
Crossing roads without a stoplight.
Telling trees they are not bushes.
Persuading a girl to be more funny.
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Love the shot...frameable even...and nice to know what clouds are really all about...
ReplyDeleteI loved this ...
ReplyDeletewonderful words flow from you ... thanks, as always for the inspiring prose. -Jg.
ReplyDeletebeautiful photo ,
ReplyDeletesweet poem...
funny girl...
Oh, this is beautiful! And now I have that song in my head, "I've looked at clouds, from both sides now..."
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photo, too!
I love that song Phoenix!
ReplyDeleteand thank you to all of you for the kind words. ;)
Lovely imagery in both words and photo!
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