Friday, February 7, 2014
Clouds - poem and photos
They seem to fly against the sky;
Blues and blacks and reds up high.
They hold the rain,snow and hail
as God's creations can be so frail.
The clouds are worlds beyond our hearts
that allow us to lay back and visit our arts -
that which lay in our soul
and refuse to be ignored
as we pass each day
attempting to refuse being bored.
Copyright V. Rose 2014