Monday, August 21, 2017

Monday WRites 119

There they are,
clouds of the morning,
lounging in the blue sky afar,

like every morning they are there,
decor of sky,
as moody and unpredictable as a woman.
Sometimes pouting, sometimes dancing,
sometimes wearing yellow hues,
sometimes silver accents,
coiffured in huge puffs, or light romantic wisps
but always there they are,

so unlike womankind, silent
that is,
until though, moved to tears,
enough said,
But such are clouds,
of the morning.
CLOUDS OF THE MORNING © gillena cox 2017


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Good Monday ❧✿❧ 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 #119, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧

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21 August 2016


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