THE CLOUDS BELOW ME
When i looked through the window
There they were, clouds below me
Diaphanous as wishes hidden in a rainbow
And moon dusted scrolls of poems birthing
First morning flight, with its sunlight
Warming no doubt, those hearts waiting
Anxious for returning ones, wonder might
Be held folded in scarves securing
Day moons, necessary to be visible
For stamp of morning, surely clouds
Have a mind of their own, in that skein
Sailing above or below us as they may
THE CLOUDS BELOW ME © gillena cox 2016
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #61, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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Will link also to The Tuesday Platform - Open Mic
