I look up into the morning sky,
The blue interrupted by white,
The white of the clouds.
In the height clouds just flow,
Flow slowly and gently by.
But beneath those clouds are others
As if in a morning rush hour,
Hurrying over the sky
As if late for an appointment.
But strangely in their rush
They are going the other way.
If I were a cloud I would want to be
One of those clouds on high,
Gently moving against the rush,
Moving the other way,
To those below me.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 6th, 2020 01:08
- Comment from author about the poem: I saw this yesterday, the higher clouds going slowly one way and the lower clouds going very quickly in the opposite direction. Nature is wonderful.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Good write Gold. Yes, sometimes too in open countryside for example, we can see a 3-D effect of clouds.
Was one called Cloud Nine? The day clouded over metaphorically in 1066 when I turned up!
Thank you Orchi.
That was a dark cloud day in 1066 Orchi.
Andy
Pity I mucked it up. It was a sunny day until I arrived.
an amazing observation captured.. ink well spent I should say sir....
Neville
Thank you Neville.
I can get cheap ink at The Range. LOL
Andy
The movement of clouds is fascinating and standing watching them on a fresh day you brought over very well dear friend.
It surely is Fay, I watch them many time in the day and each one is unique.
Andy.
as vividly picturesque in written form as it must have been to view it in person,
wonderful
Thank you LB, yes it was.
Andy
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