Clouds Like Sheep
Long gone the mist that introduced
the early morning to this day
its shimmering mystery presaged by
last evening's glorious sweeping
burst of radiant red from the setting sun.
The sun has returned, more modest in
its brilliant presentation, sharing the
sky with fat wisps of billowing clouds
like sheep nibbling the atmospheric
ozone filtered high above, verily a
truly splendid landscape of dreams.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
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Poetry
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