CLOUDY DAYS

CLOUDY DAYS

A Poem by rutherford

 

Because we cannot talk anymore

I send you a cloud

and in conversation

you send one back

Our talk could be anything

from sleek stratus in the morning

to a flotilla of billowing cumulous in the afternoon

My favorites

are on Saturdays

if the sky is blue

I like to start off with high-flying streaks of cirrus

and you answer at sunset

with impeccable timing

in red-orange nimbus

trimmed in gold.

I'm always watching the sky.



© 2016 rutherford



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Well if this isn't beautiful. A real treat. Nice to see you around these parts:)

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